Belief-is-for-the-weak - Belief Is For The WEAK

Don't judge people for the choices they make when you don't know the options they had to choose from.

To a skeleton, death is freedom.

Don’t lay flowers on my grave when I die , because you don't really care. If you cared you, would've given me flowers when I was alive.

You're afraid to tell people how you feel because it will destroy them, so you keep it all inside where it destroys you.

How can you say you know me when you've only seen my skin and not the untamed world I hide, the one that's growing deep within. You haven't heard my ribs all creak, behind each plaited vine. Or swum beneath the waterfall that cascades from my eyes, you've not been here long enough to watch a new life start, or find the rundown castle, lying just inside my heart. You haven't climbed the branches that are wrapped around each lung, swaying with the breeze, that comes dancing past my tongue. Don't mark me with your footprints if you plan to leave soon, and only get to know me when my plants are in bloom. Because the birdsong might be pretty but it's not for you they sing, and if you think my winter is cold then you don't deserve my spring.~e.h.