self care
self care is not always luxury
self care not always bath bombs and face masks and bubble baths
sometimes self care is smiling at yourself in the mirror
self care is cutting that toxic friend out of your life
self care is leaving the boyfriend that tells you to lose weight in order to be beautiful
self care is telling yourself that you are beautiful, every single day
so yes, i want you to take care of yourself
but you don't always need scented candles and a lush bag for self care
sometimes self care is knowing you're worth it and acting on it when others don't
stars
she was a star.
beautiful, shining, amazing
something to gaze at when you're feeling down
but for some reason, no one can ever catch stars when they fall
because when they come crashing down to earth, they devastate
they destroy
and she couldn't stand to watch the world burn
so knowing her power, she keeps her distance
for she was just a star
the moment she catches your eye, she's already a million light years away
isn’t it?
going through high school
with a millions friends
and no one
to talk to
isn't
that
just
sad
how is it that you say hi to everyone you pass
but you're walking alone
in the hallways
isn't
that
just
sad
they all partner up in class
with their closest friend
their significant other
but you end up
alone
isn't
that
just
sad
you don't know who to sit with at lunch
you're not close enough to any group
so you stand
walk around
hoping no one will notice why you don't sit
down
isn't
that
just
sad
you lose a tooth and a nail
fighting to get into a class
that all your friends are in
too bad you didn't realize
without you,
it's an even number
isn't
that
just
sad
soon you realize
maybe this place wasn't meant for you
isn't
that
just
sad
soon you realize
maybe you should just leave
isn't
that
just
sad
soon you realize
yeah, it is sad
but nothing you do
will change it
isn't
that
just
sad?
this won't end well.
i'm telling you
it won't.
and i know that because
right when i placed my pen
onto my paper,
it drew a picture.
a picture of death.
now, i've never seen death.
i've never looked it
straight in the eye
and said
"fuck you"
i wish i could've though.
i wish i could've spoken
to the one thing
people fear most.
i wish i was brave enough
to be fearless
and daring.
i wish i wasn't scared of death.
now i told you
this won't end well.
because i know when it ends,
death will be there
picking up the pieces
of the heart he broke
and sowing them to his wall.
his wall of
the lovers.
next to the wall
of the loved.
and if there were
no hearts to pick up.
he would've taken the dead
to his other wall
the unloved.
and i know this won't end well.
because i know exactly
which wall i'm ending up on.
this won't end well.
i'm telling you
it won't.
End Of The Day
Why do we, as human beings, spend our days doubting ourselves. Criticizing ourselves. Picking at our every single move.
Why are we our own worst enemy?
Why must we tear ourselves down?
We should love ourselves. We should love our body, mind, and soul. We should be our own support system. We should forever be at peace with ourselves. With all the war, and violence, and shaming, and death we have in this world, the last thing we need is war and violence and shaming in our mind.
We should be doing alot of things. But we're not. And that the problem.
We're scared of who we are, we scared of the criticism so we do it to ourselves. We're scared of what we do, what we look like, what we are. But we shouldn't be scared.
Because at the end of the day, all we have is who we are.
Opposites Distract
We've wasted our chances, and we're just filled with bad romances. We're never together yet never apart.
You love me and you hate me, for you know that you can't change me. I'm your favorite enemy and your most hated friend.
They say opposites attract. Like negative and positive, sweet and sour, winter and summer, or fire and water.
But we're not fire and water. Oh no, we're fire and gasoline. Just one touch and everything we have will be burnt to ashes.
Opposites don't attract. Opposites distract. They distract each other from their own horrible lives of smoke, death, and tears.
But while they both attempt to hold themselves up, they end up tearing the other down. They fall between the cracks then forget about each other 'till they get each other back.
I never seem to please you, but you don't ever let me go.
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Inspired by : All Time Low, Just The Way I'm Not
Society
Society bends your perspective on everybody so everything is the same.
Society is the reason we're all fucked up.
Society is the reason people are committing suicide.
Society is the reason why we all hide behind masks.
Society is the reason we pose for a picture we don't want to be in.
For how can we be original in a world where people shame others for being themselves?
Those basic white girls are all the same because that's what society wants.
Society wants 'Slim Thick', they want hour glass figures, they want anorexic beauty queens, they want blonde-blue-eyed cheerleaders, they want thick framed glasses on nerds, they want leather jackets on bad boys, they want six-packs, they want muscles and only muscles, they want plastic smiles and leather skin, society wants everything.
And what society wants, society gets. Because we're all pawns in the game of life.
What I Don’t Understand
Why do humans love to tear this apart with words that stab into their hearts and kill them inside?
Why do we splash words around like they're puddles when they're actually tsunamis?
W h y?
That's the real goddamn question.
W h y?
But there's never a valid answer.
W h y?
Because I wanted to.
W h y?
Because I felt like it.
W h y?
Because you're still alive.
W h y?
Why not?
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Humans love to do things just because they can. Just because they want to. Just because they feel like it. Just because it feels good. Just be because it boosts their ego. Just because it hurt someone that wasn't them.
Why did you shoot that man?
Because I could.
Why did you drive that girl to suicide?
Because she was there.
Why did you push that boy to anorexia?
Because he was weaker than I was.
Why did you do that?
Stop.
Stop!
S t o p.
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We are not what we are labeled as.
We are not who they think we are.
We are not stuck up, prudes, sluts, whores, b*tches.
We are none of those.
Labels shouldn't be able to define us, words shouldn't be able to tear us down, sentences shouldn't be able to kill us inside.
But they do.
We live in a world where people hate people, where girls hate girls, where boys hate boys, where humans hate humans.
Background Noise
Do you hear that?
The sound of pain.
The sound of agony.
The sound of fear.
No? Because you aren't listening. You haven't been listening.
Nobody is listening.
You see the thing you want to see.
You feel the things you want to feel.
You say the things you want to say.
You hear the things you want to hear.
But honestly?
It's.
All.
Just.
Noise.
It's always been just noise.