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Paul Andrews Apr 2015
Broken recognizes broken.
Two broken souls will find each other,
and hang on for life.
If broken recognizes broken
and I am alone,
am I really broken
or,
have I just not found
someone as broken as me yet?
Paul Andrews Mar 2015
I once was lost
I was never found
Just traveling on this dark road for years now
Everything is tiring
Everything isn't okay
Even though I might tell you different
I am lost
Paul Andrews Mar 2015
I'm sad.
I text her.
I feel better.
She's awesome,
I don't really trust anyone else.
But...
I feel bad "dumping" all of this on her
She's too good of a friend for me.
I'm glad she cares...
Paul Andrews Mar 2015
Lost in a world
where faces are the same.
Lost in a world
that can't speak your name.
Lost in a dark space
where nothing grows;
Lost in a dark space
where light cannot go.
Lost, in a dark space, in the world...
Lost...
Forever
Paul Andrews Mar 2015
One day this will be over
One day it'll be okay
One day this will be finished
But that day is not today.

One day everything will be alright
One day the future will be bright
One day you will see what life holds
But that day is not today.

Today is not the day you get up and walk away
Today is not the day you are freed from it's grasp
Today is not that day,
But tomorrow might be.
Paul Andrews Mar 2015
Stop.
Let me be happy,
Don't know why I'm not
Paul Andrews Mar 2015
Find that one friend you can talk to.
Find that one friend you trust with anything.
Find that one friend you need in your life
And hope that friend finds you.

That one friend is irreplaceable
That one friend is true
That one friend is awesome
Is that one friend you?
Hopefully everyone has one friend they can talk to about anything and hopefully they never lose touch with that one friend
Paul Andrews Mar 2015
I'm tired of
feeling bad.
I'm tired of
feeling sad.

Can't we be happy on our own
Instead of needing to be around others?

I'm tired of it all,
Can't it stop?
Paul Andrews Apr 2015
Why do I feel like this?
Nothing's changed.
It's just the same old thing day after day.
Yet some days I'm fine,
Others I'm not,
Why do I feel like this?

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