Let it be known.

I make it an effort to make myself known; that you know Im here.

Refuse to be placed on a back burner and immediately forgotten; out of sight, out of mind.

To feel the way that I feel is something you will never know; I would never ignore you.

Be it as it may, I still can't help but hurt because of your ignorance and abandonment.

Irrelevant are my feelings because you stopped caring a long time ago.

This world isn't cutting it.

In a dreamworld..
I would be you, 
you would be me, 
we would be one, 
we would be just fine. 
In a perfect world, disrespect wouldn't be an option. 
Equality wouldn't be questioned, 
and actions, wouldn't be judged. 

I spend my days searching for a world where no matter what, people adapt. 
Go with the way things are handed to them. 
A world where love surrounds all things and all people. 
A world where no one would take a second look, no one would second guess. 
Everyone craves acceptance, and I wish I could give it to everyone. 

I don't know the purpose of this, 
but I do know that I have great hope for the future. 

This is you.

You are the pilot, and the voice of the story. You are the one who creates and tells the stories for those who could not be there. You are unable to be comforted but wish to comfort others. There is a great something missing in your life. Do not forget that you are much loved. Let your sorrow be comforted…

Mistakes aren't always regrets.

We are terrible for each other, and yes, we are a disaster. But tell me your heart does not race for a hurricane or a burning building.

I would rather die terrified than live forever.

Some things are quite hard to say..

Guess which ones are my footsteps. Can you tell the difference between my footsteps and the footsteps that belong a million other people? You can’t, can you? This just goes to show that you may remember me for a minute, but soon forget about me because there’s a million people out there who can probably treat you better than I ever did and love you harder than I ever had. Don’t ever lose hope. If you ever lose my footprints in the sand, just know there are a million more to keep you company.

I was asked: You always seem to impress me with how introspective you are - how you're able to articulate how you feel. Why do you think that is?

I guess spending so much time in your own head brings about this sort of rawness in you. When you feel like this, you always imagine what you'd say to someone if you could get the words out. But you never do. So you carry them around with you, day in and day out. The secrets become apart of you.