After all is gone
Do we stay
Do we linger on this planet
To die another day
Do we wait upon these secret angels
To kiss us while we sleep?
Or do we choose to trust ourselves
The secrets that we keep
It's not my job to fill you in
Nor keep you out of mind
But If you look even deeper, then
Imagine the darkness you'll find
A dark so deep it drains the soul
Of all light and happiness
The darkness lives within you and me
You just haven't found it yet
Jan 15, 2016
Jan 15, 2016 at 5:49 PM UTC
This is for you.
The girl hiding in the corner.
Waiting for the world to change.
This is for you.
The one who feels invisible.
Wishing to be noticed.
This is for you.
The beautiful girl who thinks she's ugly.
Using makeup and starvation to edit yourself.
This is for you.
The boy going through more than anyone can imagine.
Waiting for the pain to pass.
This is for you.
The one who thinks the models in the magazines actually look like that.
Trying to copy their photoshopped bodies.
This is for you.
The girl who's being abused.
Too afraid to tell anyone what's going on.
This is for you.
The one who wishes they could go unnoticed.
Being pointed out for every mistake.
This is for you.
The one who feels the need to harm yourself.
Hoping it goes unnoticed.
This is for us.
The ones who have felt alone.
Just waiting for a friend to come along and rescue us from this hell.
Jan 4, 2016
Jan 4, 2016 at 6:32 PM UTC
Where have you gone?
Are you away?
Is all this pain left here to stay?
What can I say?
What can I do?
What do I even have left to lose?
You've stayed away.
You won't even talk.
You've ripped out my heart with your claws, like a hawk.
The time we've spent
Has wasted away.
And my brokenness is left here to stay.
Dec 16, 2015
Dec 16, 2015 at 4:54 PM UTC
Things we see but never know
The spring, the flowers, about to grow
The nice things we notice but don't understand
About their opposites, and things they command
Where there is life there soon is death
Listen, and you will hear it yet
The flower here now, soon will wilt
The beauty you see, soon turned to silt
But we deny these little things
We choose to ignore the mournful rings
Of sorrow deep and sad fulfillment
Wishing they were something else, different
For everyone born, one soon after dies
Their red of blood soon paints the skies
We love the beauty that we see
We ignore the pain and suffering
The people gone, we push away
We choose to wish that we could stay
Here forever in this land
Though death shall soon take you in it's hand
We wish to live but can't forever
This life is pain, a treacherous endeavor
Yet we wish to be here in this place
Instead of ashes in a vase
Wouldn't death be so much easier?
Then this life of pain, so much breezier
You may think I'm depressed, and so may be
But you can't judge, for you don't know me
Or anything I've been through or thought
Or of the people I have lost
So let me be with my poetry dear
And let me wish that I could hear
A soul who thinks of the things we miss
Instead of pretending to live a life of bliss
Dec 16, 2015
Dec 16, 2015 at 6:30 AM UTC
If we live life to die
Then why does it even matter?
We are told that happiness is the goal in life.
But there is no eternal happiness.
People still leave.
Anger still burns bright in our hearts.
Problems don't disappear.
They only get worse.
There is no way to stop it.
The threat of death is immanent.
You could die tomorrow.
What would your regrets be?
There would be so many in my case.
They say live for now.
But living for now is pointless.
Now always ends.
There is no escape.
We can't get away from it.
There is really no point to living this life.
So why do we make such an effort out of it?
We put up such a struggle to save our own lives.
But we're about to die anyway.
So tell me.
What's the point?
Nov 20, 2015
Nov 20, 2015 at 7:39 AM UTC