Celstir57

I'm a Collector People, places, pictures, words I file them away into my mind like Files on a computer Like life is just that easy Summarize the world in a pawful of folders A handful clutched tight and tucked away Inside as memories and daydreams For I am not me without my dreams Reaching and longing to hold onto things for real But that doesn't work Because these things I reach for Do not reach back So I file away these pieces and fragments That I call my self Wants Fears Dreams Tears Jealous of the pleasure and the pain For they are mine Mine, mine all mine The memories, the little things Pendants and rings and receipts Every transaction

She's a headcase She's a mess She's nobody's girl She's a wreck She's not beautiful She's a disappointment She's not good enough She's a liar She's falling apart No one loves her No one sees her No one reaches for her when she cries No one tells her it's gonna be alright No one holds her at night She dances alone She sings to herself She dreams of faces she's never seen She dreams of places she's never been She wakes up reaching for something that isn't there Her heart is broken Her head is always in the clouds Her fingers trace symbols on her skin Her mouth moves in silence while Her eyes shut tight She begs for somet