Broken Lifehouse.
I have noticed I speak best through songs, and ficiton. Stories that aren't true, fake.
It's so much easier to take yourself out of a situation and cover it up with a story. With a world so much smaller and so much prettier than this one.
It's so much easier to forget and make it seem like nothing happened.
To change the sky from black, to sky blue.
To make the scars turn to butterflies.
To make the tears turn to snowflakes.
Life isn't that simple.
Life isn't butterflies, unicorns, and rainbows filled with sunshine.
Life is getting over it, by coming face to face with the things you dispise most.
Life is looking those things in the eye and saying I am not afraid anymore.
Life is looking through the pain and trying to find a silver lining.
Life is looking for a silver lining when there might not be one.
Life is healing.
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