You ever walk by that coffee shop
The different aroma’s filling the air
What about another shop that just fills your heart with excitement?
The superstitions as kids as the saying goes
If you step on a crack you’ll break your mama’s back
But you actually stop just to look at all the cracks in the sidewalk
What about being with good company
Who is always there for you
The definition of a good friend
You know that last piece of cake
That you’ve been thinking all morning
Yet you pass it up to let someone else have it
You see a person that you don’t even know
Who’s having a terrible day at work
But you go over and try to cheer them up
The world is black and grey
As some people will say
But you’ve seen all the colors of the world, haven’t you?
You’ve seen cruelty,
You’ve seen despair,
You’ve seen depression,
You’ve seen joy,
You’ve seen poverty,
You’ve seen so many things
That you wish you could unsee
Yet you still find some place
To find the little bits of joy
For yourself.
Even when the world hasn’t been so nice to you
Along with the people within in
Because the world doesn’t need to see your sorrows.
You’ve seen so much of it.
That you want to give back much more
Than sadness that swallows
So instead of –
making yourself happy
You were too busy trying to make others
Happy.
You forgot about yourself
For someone who in believes in so much
There are pure souls who are still on Earth.
As I was taking my supplements.
I stared for a good minute at how many there were in the bottle.
Wishing that I could just leave.
You have a lot of nice people in the world. The really nice people who will help others self-lessly, give advice, be there for strangers who they don’t even know, even make sacrifices..
But then you have a handful of bad people who will want to break the nice ones apart because they can. Because the bad ones don’t even care at all. They dig their way in so deep and drive a nail into their heart that it leaves a lasting impression.. forever.
It’s why some of the nice ones turn and become something less of themselves.. something uncontrollable, inconsolable, un-helped because of who broke them to begin with.
Even though the broken ones are broken.. it still doesn’t stop some of them to still help other people and still be so self-less.
I guess because even though we have been hurt so bad… we just don’t want others to be hurt in the same manner either.
You would think we could be happy, learn to be happy, find happiness in something…
Want to know what I think? I think we’re just damned to be lost forever.
We may not have much of a chance… but others do.
I suppose some of us are silently crying out for help because we desperately need someone to help us through in whatever state we’re in before we lost any more pieces of ourselves, but in the end… I doubt anyone could love us.
Takes days, weeks, months, years… patience, to be with us because our thought process is different than a normal person.
We can be irrational, we can over think, over analyze, feel as though we will never be loved, that everyone else is a better fit than us, that we will always be last when all we want is to be first for once in someone’s life.
We need that type of nurture, warmth, and care… to get us through each day. Other wise we tend to wilt, spiral down into depression, and battle our own inner demons that leave us exhausted.
I think we’re just better off alone. We were outcasts to begin with.. that’s how it’ll always be.
