I’ve talked about it, cried about it, laughed about it and most definitely lied about it.  I’ve said that I was fine, I’ve said I was better, made a fool of myself and now hate myself.  I described it as life not giving me lemons & trying to pick my own.  The tree didn’t belong to me but the lemonade would have been the best there could have ever been.  Now, after going insane over the situation, I get to sit under the tree and look at the lemons and occasionally talk to the lemons if need be.  At least the grass and the weather is nice on occasion.  But, still, the lemons act as if they do not care.  The tree thrives in sticky situations.  The sky spits in rage reminding me of Love and how much it hurts.

Hopefully the rain will never stop because everything would dry up and all of the green would definitely fade.  It’s funny that sunny side down is the best way that I can describe myself.  Jaded as fuck, always right.  If I was to ever be wrong - it would result in happiness. 



Negativity bring me down, sell my soul to the ground find a way to break my heart, and with the end will be the start.