“The outer part of me so cold like an armor impenetrable. The words you throw at me ricochet and hit you in the heart.”

Like broken clocks we lost our time you moved on but left me behind.

I am not lost I am simply wandering finding my own path creating my own future.

The real damage isn’t something you can touch, its not something you can see. The real damage is in the way I walk its in the way I speak.

One day the waves will crash around me and take my soul to sea. For on that day death will surround me watching happily.

I opened up to you like a butterfly in the spring but you rained on me and broke my wings.

I haven’t cried in a while it feels like my tears have dried. But I miss you more than my eyes could ever cry.

I try my best to mean what I say. But it seems to be that my words are too big for my voice to speak.

I love you in a way I’ve never been able to love or be loved.

I hope happiness fills you until the shores that surround you overflow and wash away your pain.

I was damaged in your eyes you were damaged in mine. Funny how we found each other as all damaged people do.

Sometimes I sit and think about all of the things I’ve lost and I ask the universe why it takes good things from me.

I’m an actor to your floating palace, me in my truest form would drown you.

Come hold me like this earth holds the sky.

And when it rains think of me. Remember all the things we used to be.

Do we always love more in retrospect? Do we always regret more moving forward?

Never again will I hand deliver my heart to a man holding flowers when the thorns cut me deeper than the flowers ever made me happy.

I dislike my fellow-mortals. Justice compels me to add that they appear for the most part to dislike me.

We should look to the mind, and not to the outward appearance.

A commodity appears at first sight an extremely obvious, trivial thing. But its analysis brings out that it is a very strange thing, abounding in metaphysical subtleties and theological niceties.

Many men who transgress justice, honor appearance over reality.

Political language is designed to make lies sound truthful and murder respectable, and to give an appearance of solidity to pure wind.

There are more important things than outward appearance. No amount of makeup can cover an ugly personality.

I don’t understand referees. It appears like some players can’t even be touched, but in my case, everyone can hit me as hard as they can.

I object to violence because when it appears to do good, the good is only temporary; the evil it does is permanent.