“I told myself – You’ve got this, Even though I don’t have it at all.”

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.

And I’ll hug your words like they’re the last things I’ll ever hold.

What if I told you everything was going to be okay – but what if in my own, soft heart, I really needed to hear it too?

Ever since the days of Adam, man has been hiding from God and saying, ‘God is hard to find.

And when it rains on your parade, look up rather than down. Without the rain, there would be no rainbow.

I have a hard time watching myself! Usually I do the work, and then I leave it. So I pretend like I’m not on TV every week.

It doesn’t matter where I run to my demons will haunt me wherever I go.

Out of struggle very often comes victory.

Blues had the pulse beat of the people who keep on going.

When we are crushed like grapes, we cannot think of the wine we will become.