Let go of your worries
Let them all fall down
Freedom in a sense
Pursuing happiness
Look it in the eyes
The tears that are mine
From the worrying and pain
That let you feel insane
Free the black birds
Let it be free
Let the past escape the troubled mind
No past should walk in front
But let it be left behind
Free the sun to rise
For the cold ones will warm
No longer feeling used or worn
From the hands who led them to be torn
Keep the fear from the mind
Don't let it make you feel like your choice to continue was a mistake
To keep those who once slept awake
Dec 31, 2016
Dec 31, 2016 at 5:10 AM UTC
~*Only blue in my eyes
Hard to lose the one inside
Speak up life is passing by
Don't let the darkness capture your pride*~
Dec 27, 2016
Dec 27, 2016 at 2:46 AM UTC
*All my convincing lies,
Arise to the surface
I wish not to scare you deeply
I dare to tell you the truth that
Your seeking
I got some demons Locked inside me
In which may blind you
But murderous **** me
I got some sins
I could not release from my mind
It's so wicked
I could not free my soul from the devil
It holds me so coldly
I am a rebel
When my nightmares become me
I cry tears
But only barely
For what I have become
And the things I have done
~Isabella Rose*
Oct 23, 2016
Oct 23, 2016 at 1:04 PM UTC
*There I stood
Staring at my grave
Visualizing myself 6 feet under
My piercing screams
Echoing down the halls
Hitting doorways
trying to find away out
I drop to my knees
As if there is a loaded gun to my head
And I'm the one commiting the crime
But taking my own life instead*
Oct 19, 2016
Oct 19, 2016 at 9:27 AM UTC
Left on the rocky edges of life and death
50 feet to tremendously high
To wrap my head around
my mind slips,
as I slump down into cold cutting water
I can't swim I tell myself
As my body clashes against the tides
My limbs become powerless
The weakened lungs of my
endure torturous pain
The water sweeps my body
like wind sweeps the leaf's against the autumn grass
Am I dead yet? "I ask."
The seconds in this cold cutting water
feel as if it's been decades
my eyes fasten tight
as I hold on to the words of "hope"
I begin to pray.
Sep 23, 2016
Sep 23, 2016 at 2:38 AM UTC
The Purpose-
The quality of being determined to do or achieve something...
As you look in the mirror--
What do you see?
What is your purpose or who do you inspire to be?
It's a simple question,
however not an easy answer.
Humans wondering the earth,
Torn apart, broken and scarred
Maybe even,
Bent over and abused
Mistreated and used.
Yet the question still comes about--
What is your purpose or who do you inspire to be?
What is your meaning?
Do you wish to live carefree?
Most will answer as children...
However,
As adults they will act as if the question never came about.
What is your purpose or who do you inspire to be?
What is your meaning?
Do you wish to live carefree?
What is it like being---
Unhappy?
Sep 12, 2016
Sep 12, 2016 at 12:53 PM UTC
***The pulsation of a broken heart
Tears me apart
The encouragement of none
Not even from a loved one
I step with my crippled heart
My horrific memories scattered among my feet
I Inhale the thoughts of defeat
Before take my first breath
My eyes drop tears beneath me
I wave my arms to the distance
No one sees
I dial the number
But no call is received
I use every ounce of strength within
To go above and beyond
My will voice be heard
For it will not be long***
Aug 26, 2016
Aug 26, 2016 at 12:49 PM UTC
*To my right
My spirit dances through faded expressions in and out of time.
Leaving my heart with an astounding sense of freedom.
No longer hinged
Searching of ways to destroy misery
I can see the flowers blooming under tiptoed footsteps
Carrying panic filled waves out to sea.
However I am drawn to the left,
My head oh so slightly tilts
In the direction where the wind blows fast
And my true being is something that cannot be grasped
Down it pours
These tears of mine begin to hit the floor
Lighting fills the sky
My body freezes
As I can feel a young life drifting on by
The closer the touch
The stronger the thoughts come
I brush it off,
And say something under the lines of “Cross Roads*”
Aug 22, 2016
Aug 22, 2016 at 8:26 AM UTC
*My unforgiving thoughts
Takes me down low
My sorrow awakens
A body warm but hollow
My unforgiving thoughts
Awaits my caged in mind
Depressed
Smothered between wall beams
Mask on
Head held high
You would have never guessed
My unforgiving thoughts
Have yet to leave me at rest
My suicide attempts are **** poor
nothing more,
I'm at war with self
As days become years
My tears crumble up and dry to my face
They don't appear for the eye to see
Only I can feel them
Like the pain that covers me*
Jul 27, 2016
Jul 27, 2016 at 5:05 PM UTC
Enveloped in shadows
Darkness surrounding
Chain's binging
Hold me captive
But what?
What is it?
I've never seen it before
It's almost to bight
Too white
Could it be?
Alight?
No it can't be
For God forsakes me
My past and present
Makes me feel Imprisoned
Trapped with no escape hole
But the warmth of this sight
This beautiful bight
Shining into my core
Makes me alive more and more
An angel?
A demon?
What could possibly cut
Through me like this
It has to be
No it couldn't
In the dungeon of my mind
This "light" I find
It has to be no other
Than love
Jul 10, 2016
Jul 10, 2016 at 8:49 AM UTC