I just want you to know that you’re very special, and the only reason I’m telling you is that I don’t know if anyone ever has.
Stephen Chbosky, The Perks of Being a Wallflower (via theunquotables)
Shiver by A. McLeian Caudilla
We dream too much;
And we hope for too much.
We wish endlessly for a possibility
Of walking out alive.
But the things we wake up to
And the things we find
Are restless, helpless to the voice
Our shadows cast.
In thought, we shiver;
In the cold, we aimlessly try to burn
These memories that make us worn.
Tired and breathless, we would cave in
As temptation settles the fight we have
Brought on ourselves.
Terrified and ashamed, we grow fond
Of the darkness we speak of,
Those which dig deeper
Than the purity we hide behind.
Let us bite our tongues;
Let us hide our scars;
Let us open our eyes;
Let us face these broken things.
These broken things we call our hearts,
They only beat for emptiness;
They only beat for loneliness;
They only beat for an ending.
