There will be times where I will fall, and I won’t want to get up. Instead, I will pretend that the ground is like quicksand dragging me to the earths core. I will imagine that I am nothing but a speck being pulled by the wind. I will believe that I am nothing to make the time go by. Take my hand and pull me up. Tell me that I am worth being saved. That I will one day be able to understand my worth. Have faith in me, because I can’t. Don’t let me sink.
Nov 5, 2017
Nov 5, 2017 at 12:53 AM UTC
It's midnight
There's no light
Just me and the tingling sensation
I give it much appreciation
My head is swaying back and forth
But then everything goes north
My heart beating fast
My panic is so vast
I close my eyes
I listen to all of the lies
That my head is feeding me
Things that I can see
All the monsters in my head
Makes me feel like I'm dead
The monster is my faults
My self inflicted assaults
My mind is growin tired
I tell it its time that it's fired
I close my eyes and go to sleep
And I let the thoughts sink in deep
I wake up and repeat it all again
Another day and and everything still sinks in.
Jun 30, 2017
Jun 30, 2017 at 3:45 AM UTC
My life feels like it withers away,
Like a leaf with nothing but the wind in its way,
Like a leaf I have my cracks too,
Sometimes those that aren't visible to you,
Like a leaf that goes with the sway,
Never withering further away,
Like a leaf that goes from green to brown,
I too can go from happy to a frown,
Like a leaf that flows away,
I too like a warm sunny day,
Like the leaf that seems to fly too high,
I want to wave and say goodbye,
But like a leaf that is tied to its tree,
I too have a tie between my choices and me.
Apr 22, 2017
Apr 22, 2017 at 11:28 PM UTC
The thoughts that sneak into my brain,
****** im going insane,
My mind draws pictures that I don't want to see,
But its obeying the inner part of me,
I know that im all ****** up,
The thoughts can be gone but suddenly erupt,
I think im worse than I used to be,
I hate the inner part of me,
My appearance is a sweet little girl,
But in my view im one that deserves to go to hell,
The images keep coming to mind,
I need to set them far behind,
It gets me once and then again,
Eventually I am right in it's hand.
Apr 15, 2017
Apr 15, 2017 at 12:22 AM UTC
Death came fast in which I wish I had known,
To us the after life was never shown,
Our lost souls wish to stay,
But the devils trying to take our withering souls away,
I try to grasp onto what little life I thought I had,
But in an instant I felt the devils grab,
I kick and I kick him away,
He says ill be back soon, maybe today,
I look down and see his imprint on me,
Lord please have mercy on me,
I feel the pain each time I look upon my scar,
Each time it gets a little more hard,
The imprint resembles the temptation and guilt laid on me,
**** the devil and what I see,
He comes back every day to retrieve my soul,
But it continues to say no,
Each time my resistance weakens,
Soon it will break my beacons,
I don't want to wither away,
***** the devil and the temptations he throws my way !
Apr 10, 2017
Apr 10, 2017 at 10:53 PM UTC
Laying in bed,
Knowing soon, I will be brain dead,
All my thoughts and memories rush to my brain,
Im dying, and it's making me insane,
Im sitting in a room that's full of silence,
But in my mind that is violence,
Thinking of my family makes me sad,
Thinking about all of the memories that we had,
Now my time has come,
Now, everything will be undone,
The darkness is on it's way,
Now my memories are fading away.
Mar 21, 2017
Mar 21, 2017 at 10:33 PM UTC
In a dark corner there stands,
A man with a knife in his hands,
His heart is beating fast,
But that feeling might not last,
He's dealt with so much pain,
There's feelings that he just can't contain,
He's tired of living an unfair life,
So he wants to take it out with a knife,
He hates the people that made his life hell,
He used to wish that someone would tell,
But people just stood around,
Laughing and making every kind of sound,
He would sit on the floor,
Hoping that someone different would walk through the door,
He takes his knife and runs,
He sees everyone that he stuns,
He looks for the guilty,
He's going to make them filthy,
He spots a certain person,
Which makes his feelings worsen,
He can't keep control,
He stabs the person and takes his soul,
He runs throughout the place,
Giving every single person a taste,
Eventually his feelings had worsened,
And he made himself the last person,
At home he left a letter,
Something to make his mom feel better,
His mom had cried,
And three days later she died,
She couldn't take the pain,
Bam! Went the bullet into her brain,
At their funeral their family cried,
Now wishing they were the one's that had died.
Mar 21, 2017
Mar 21, 2017 at 10:23 PM UTC
Before me there lies,
A beast, with such ominous eyes,
Showing big sharp teeth,
It growls, shaking the ground beneath,
I flee but I fall,
And I can't seem to crawl,
With my ears,
I hear soft tears,
I manage to turn around,
And I follow your sound,
I find you, and I flee to your side,
Finding a heart deep inside,
I see your mistaken by others eyes,
The way I feel deep inside,
Your much like me I see,
Best friends, were meant to be.
Mar 21, 2017
Mar 21, 2017 at 11:21 AM UTC
I once could fly
Higher than my image of the sky
I thought of life as a fairytale
But once was a fairytale, became a hell
I thought that I could be anything that I wanted
But now, it leaves me haunted
The world wasn't how I thought it would be
But now, my experienced eyes see
Life were if it were my castle, and I were the princess
But now, that life is useless
Now things are far more different
Now you need everyone's endorsement
As a child things were never perfect
But back then I just lived in the moment
I used to dream higher than the sky
But now, I must say goodbye
Because the thought of my childish endeavors
May haunt me forever
Mar 10, 2017
Mar 10, 2017 at 10:30 AM UTC
I reach down into my heart,
Careful not to tear it apart.
Then I discover all the pieces,
There is a feeling that not one teaches.
I always knew that I was broken,
Knowing I could never be ones token.
I want things that few desire,
Things that would make your weak mind tire.
I start to feel all of the stress,
As I watch the constant rise and fall of my chest.
I set a lock upon my mind,
I think of things that even your mind couldn't grind.
I hate the feeling of what I am,
I'm tired of feeling the painful cram.
Sometimes I look in the mirror,
Wishing that the image would disappear.
Is it bad that I think this about myself? Surely it is bad for my health.
Mar 9, 2017
Mar 9, 2017 at 11:31 PM UTC