Conditioned into silence, out of fear of violence we shut our mouths to avoid the pain, the pain that won't and can't go away.
We are divided, our beliefs undecided, our true thoughts in hiding, we are like puppets miming.
Sep 7, 2016
Sep 7, 2016 at 6:16 PM UTC
Everyone has a drug, and sadly you are mine.
But whenever we talk, I feel like a waste of your time.
Maybe I'm not worthy, but you sure are addicting.
Because after a while, even joy turns to sickness.
Aug 16, 2016
Aug 16, 2016 at 6:43 PM UTC
Hearing the tapping of rain,
I wish it'd wash away my pain.
A sound we all hear,
but rain runs differently than tears.
Rain streams down your face,
it doesn't have a salty taste.
I want my tears to wash away,
but I choke when the rain comes out to play.
Apr 28, 2016
Apr 28, 2016 at 6:27 PM UTC
I wanna create, but I haven't got the tools.
People wanna be different, but they follow the rules.
They want someone special, but they won't be that person.
Everyone's stuck as the same ****** version.
Become your own person,learn something new.
While you're there, you might find the real you.
Apr 27, 2016
Apr 27, 2016 at 6:25 PM UTC
You should end it all now, put down the pen don't write!
I can't help it, it could lead somewhere else, it might-
Enough of might now we must do!
I really don't want to follow this plan through.
Just pull out the knife, leave a little scratch!
That didn't hurt so bad,let's do more of that.
Yes see now you understand!
What?
Self harm.Its all part of the plan!
Apr 23, 2016
Apr 23, 2016 at 6:38 PM UTC
We mock others for their beliefs, but we hardly know our own.
Lies we live are a reality, they go straight to the bone.
Everything we see and read is shown in a specific light.
So no one says a word, no one questions why our armies fight.
We're told they're terrorists, while our own troops attack not just to bruise.
Taking out civilians, to justify what they saw on the news.
It doesn't matter if it's legal, horrible things have been before.
Surely we should move forward now and learn from what we saw?
Or we can accept the lies they feed us, as we eat the lies we live.
Apr 22, 2016
Apr 22, 2016 at 7:02 PM UTC
When I was with you, i felt like I had a purpose.
When I was with you, I wasn't JUST a person.
When I was with you, I didn't feel this way.
When I was with you, I always knew what to say.
When I was with you, I got to see the humour in your smile.
When I was with you, I would have run a mile.
When I was with you, you looked at me like I was you one and only joy.
Now I see you give that look to him, that other boy.
Apr 21, 2016
Apr 21, 2016 at 6:03 PM UTC
I'm running through a forest, where all the trees are my faults.
But the nettles keep on stinging, and I'm getting nowhere at all.
Lost inside of myself, with no one to blame but my sick brain.
I will not put this on somebody else, for only i should feel my pain.
The wind is howling now and I feel very lost and alone.
I'm frozen to the bone but this cold is my own.
No one can feel the cold it's part of my sick world, one I do not share.
If I were to show people my cold live, they really would not care.
This forest is a creation of my dark, unforgiving mind.
One I cannot step out of, one I cannot leave behind.
It is my path,one I must simply walk alone.
I just hope people realise im in my forest, when I'm never home.
Apr 21, 2016
Apr 21, 2016 at 12:24 PM UTC
You spent months opening the door of friendship, then slammed it in my face.
You said we got too close, but I couldn't have given you more space.
It was like rope burn, holding on was what hurt me.
I should've let go sooner, maybe that way I'd be happy.
All my memories with you, now become a thorn in my mind.
The things I loved before, I now have to leave behind.
I wish you'd wanted me, and hadnt pushed me out.
I maybe I wish I'd seen sooner, what you were really about.
I'll look into the future now, and try and forget about my past.
Holding on didn't help, it couldn't and it didn't last.
I thank you for everything, all the happy times.
Now I'm sitting here alone, making up some sad regretful rhymes.
Apr 21, 2016
Apr 21, 2016 at 12:10 PM UTC
I look into the mirror, but who do I see?
I don't understand, that surely can't be me?
Twisted,odd, chained and not free.
The face looking back looks very lonely.
They look lost, confused if you'd like,
In a way confused, unsure of their life.
They seem to have endured so much, but I am only young.
Is this a future that I can outrun?
The face is too skinny,the hair way too long.
This cannot be me, surely it's wrong?
He looks so regretful, like he's lost the will to live.
Or maybe society has changed him, almost put him through a sieve.
Apr 19, 2016
Apr 19, 2016 at 4:17 PM UTC