♥ Daily Blog: An Unforgettable Event (Pt.2)

And I find it kind of funny,
I find it kind of sad,
The dreams in which I’m dying,
Are the best I’ve ever had

Someone asked me the other day if my glass was half empty or half full. I was going to say it's empty, but that's not completely true. My life isn't void and I have my happy moments; but they usually just seem to disappear, or get worse. So, my glass is cracked. Yes, cracked. It gets filled up with happiness and hope, but it always ends up escaping my grasp. It always ends up emptying out. It will never be full because it's always leaking. And one day, it will get thrown away, because no one wants a broken glass. Yeah, that's right. I'm broken.

I’m going to smile my best smile, and I’m going to laugh like its going out of style, look into his eyes and pray that he doesn’t see that learning to live again is killing me.
Sometimes I sit and watch the ink leak from my pen. It comforts me to know something else bleeds the way I do.
When will people understand that words can cut as sharply as any blade, and that those cuts leave scars upon our souls.
Maybe one day it will be okay again. That's one thing i want. I don't care what it takes. I just want to be okay again.

~jen-jen