u see the knife you watch the glow u see me smile but can't hear me cry u think i'm happy but inside i'm breaking u see the blood then u realize that i wasn't lying when i said i'm depressed! u wish u gave me the support i needed but now it's too late. I'm dying inside...
I'll continue being the fool until the day you notice. I'm a jester to be used to entertain, to mend that sadness Once you finally see, I'll be that knight in your dreams. Through the darkest hours. I'll make you see your light that gleams.
On the time that we have settled in I shall be your prince. That one desire your heart deeply clings to ever since. Until the time I settle in as your husband, the final step. I shall still be that fool that wished true to the plans I prep.
Oh what a dream, what a wonderful reality would it be. Now restrained by the madness that only harms me. I writhe in the pain of this nightmare that haunts. Only to see salvation in the one that my heart wants.
Not all depressed cut, Not all sad shed tears, Not all strong fight, Not all monsters roar, Not all young are innocent. Some just work harder to maintain a mask. We are here, And you have reason to fear, We are the best liars, We can manipulate the greatest con artist without batting a single eyelash. Watch out we are coming.
This is a dark and serious prom but that didn't change the fact that In was tempted to put "and we're *****" instead of " And you have reason to fear" ****
Do you feel it? The rising sun, The blooming lilies, The chirping birds, The cooling breeze. Do you feel it? Caress by a mother, Soft hug by a brother, A kiss by the lover, Sweet time with a friend forever. Do you feel it? The favorite read, The favorite tune, My favorite play, And, oh the full moon. Now, do you feel it? No, I don't. I can't find the source. Again, I asked myself, What is it that you seek? A meagre amount of pure Happiness.
I can still feel him His weight crushing on top of me But he was loud I can still hear him While his words ring in my ears And I was loud But I can still see him And I feel the bruises and the tears still sliding down my face
And it was loud But I never spoke unless spoken to and even then I remained silent But im still blamed for being too loud in a quiet room and not loud enough to you And I'm sorry that I can't find the words to express myself But I'm so scared
At night I still see him And I'm reminded of why I shouldn't talk My words play on repeat and hide all my scars
Actual **** but I can't sleep and it's getting harder
If I had to, My heart could single yours out, Hidden in a stadium full of hearts, Mine could single yours out, The invisible thread that joins us, The thread that only I can see, I wrap around my hands, Bringing me ever closer to you, With each wrap and entwine, Regardless of the cross words we had, Or the debate we just had, You, underneath a mountain of coats, I could single you out, That.... that is soul connection my love.... That is us..
I have you ever felt the rain drip and drop directly onto your brain And rinse his face right out of you memories Causing a puddle to form under your heels That eventually creates a river And while the rain water causes your arms to shiver You collect the broken wood from the wreck the storm left over To build a bridge and cross right over
I don't feel special, I'm not unique. I want to cry but I can't even speak. My hands reach out, but they cannot hold a single thing but the bitter cold. Everything's frozen, I feel lost. Even my tears have turned to frost. When I cut my waist it bleeds black. I'm so deeply gone there's no way back. This is goodbye
i find it unfair that we’re all avoiding headaches with large cups of coffee first thing in the morning but the second i try to avoid heartache with a morning venti glass of whiskey suddenly that’s not allowed?
Your eyes, So familiar Looked like a window Felt like a mirror So I avoided your gaze Afraid If i stared for long enough I would start to see everything I despised In human form Your eyes, Like a mirror Confronting the deepest sorrows Giving them a voice To speak To exist Anywhere other than the poisoning smoke Of a fire Your eyes, Like a mirror Knew where to look Like cleared throats Masking swallowed words, Collapsing lungs, But they were silent for a reason I didn’t want you to reach that far back Or come this close To the truth, Your eyes, Like a mirror I shall shatter Like I do To everything that makes me see.
The tragedy is there's a prison in my mind all the thoughts that lurk there are ones I wish were never mine they etch into my heart the scars I wear so bright
They whisper wicked stories of things that never happened or maybe things that did things that shouldn't create ripples in the current in my life but here I lay in bed stuck awake at night eyes cutting blankly through the nothingness of my cold and dark bedroom
I love him I tell myself I know that We will be together forever I don’t believe that We could be separated My thoughts tell me that He’s the love of my life Sometimes my heart lies and says I could live an eternity Without him Like my friends say “We’re perfect for each other” And you can’t tell me He’s not the one.
it’s a beautiful thing this day and age with bubbling permafrost with drug-resistance with obesity treatments with technological advancements with scientific discoveries with silent wars with blue lava with bleeding glaciers with divorce with sensitivity with my generation of people believing this new generation is completely and utterly clueless as a common occurrence
but let’s think about what these kids are into nowadays.
let’s think about who invented these inane things for the kids.
my generation of people.
so the kids of today are the ones who are ****** for liking the things that we’ve created?
I’m sorry but we have to be the ones who are obtuse for believing such things, oblivious for not realizing them and showing the world we have little or no imagination anymore.
the generation before us has lied to us and thought us to lie to the generation after.
whether it’s the gods or holidays or what not.
the youth of the today are autonomous. they can not take responsibility for their actions nor do they understand and just go along with the trends, much like, all the generations before them but we need a scapegoat to cover up our own farce implementations.
the truth of the matter is.. we’re all a little vacuous in our own way especially the ones with an answer for everything. living in an imperfect world where there’s always room for improvement nothing for us or against us wrapped up in our congratulatory self-contradictory and illogical theories and as useless as exploding appendix.
the lost generation the interbellum generation the silent generation the baby boomers generation x the millennials
a strong admixture of imbecility and self-assurance filled with belief and unawareness to a senseless world
like hate like blame like gossip like jealousy like being offended like being impressive like the punk rock dream like hospital waiting rooms like fundraisers and charity events like your co-worker to the right and the left of you and their families and their families before them