All The Things I Never Said

by Mae Krell

“That’s because you aren’t feeling the rain all you’re doing is getting wet”

Did you ever wonder why in animals hip bones collar bones and rib cages being visible are thought of as sickly ugly and sometimes even abusive yet, in humans that is what we call beautiful

i hope that one day you’ll forget all the pain you’ve endured and just learn to be happy

And every night I am haunted by the fact that all these memories that mean the world to me you probably don’t even remember and how now I don’t matter to you at all

because for me, without you there is no forever

What is more powerful a thought, or a gun? a gun gives the opportunity but a thought pulls the trigger

You don’t really know someone until you’ve talked to them at 3 in the morning

If you’re a bird i’m a bird but if you expect me to stay with you after you push me off our little tree or after you treat me badly and hurt me I won’t

When you were with me you mended my broken heart by sewing in small parts of you but when you left I felt empty because all of those parts of me didn’t have you in them anymore

but truth is, we all go mad sometimes and that small break into insanity is actually what keeps us sane.

She had only meant to go to sleep but the sea; it rocked her and in it’s waves she drowned in a sadness so sweet it engulfed her

If your words cut as deep as my blade I would be dead by now and all of this would be less painful

kinda believe people die when their fire burns out, you know, that fire that kinda keeps you going. Stars too, all they are, are balls of fire and they take years and years and years to burn out. I think when someone dies, they turn into a star and they get a fire that hardly ever burns out, unlike the ones they had as humans.

I am drowning In my own sea of sadness and I could save myself If I just stood up

I saw a shooting star and I wished that you would come back and I waited and I waited and I waited but you never came and that's kind of sad if you think about it.

and I know I swore to you i’d be ok but sometimes ok isn’t as happy as it seems sometimes ok is broken promises and wasted nights lying on the floor waiting for someone to find you sometimes ok is hoping he wont leave when you tell him you’ve done it again and you’re so very sorry sometimes ok is hoping that one day you’ll be “normal” that maybe one day you saying that you’re ok will actually mean that you’re fine

And I swear, one day, i’ll be someone that I am not and it’ll be even greater than who I am, whoever that is.

and it kills me It starts from the inside and consumes me slowly and eventually I cannot find a way to breathe

too bad that the places I feel I belong are the ones that I don't and the places I feel I don't belong are the ones where I do