Sometimes I get lost inside my head, not for a minute or two. But for days, weeks, and months. My head is cruel to me. I complain about how people hurt me but never really talk about how much I hurt myself. I’m horrible to myself. I hate her, I love her. When I love her I don’t understand why, and when I hate her, I don’t understand why either. It feels inbuilt, this hate. Rather natural.. These emotions, they come with me. They must’ve instituted themselves somewhere along due to a reason, but for the life of me, I don’t know.
Know that with in you the part that loves you will always be reaching out when you hate yourself. There doesn’t need to be a reason to love or hate. Its a part of Nature.
She Was Sea 
Know that with in you the part that loves you will always be reaching out when you hate yourself. There doesn’t need to be a reason to love or hate. Its a part of Nature.
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How long should i wait for you?
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Waiting is meaningless when I don’t even know who you are
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What if you knew me?
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I don’t know, if I already knew you and have showed no interest in you it wouldn’t change a thing.
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Marvelous are the innocent.
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