Stuck in a cage
Isolated and alone
Do I want change?
Why wouldn’t I?
Being stuck
Where I cry
I want to be free
Yet I lie
Is that just me?
Bound to be stuck
In a cage
Not wanting to change
Jan 19, 2018
Jan 19, 2018 at 5:57 PM UTC
I am just a drama queen
Another over dramatic teen
I sit and cry
When I could fly
But I choose to frown
And feel so down
Being so irrational
And acting all emotional
Pretending I am the center of everything
But I am truly nothing
Jan 18, 2018
Jan 18, 2018 at 9:19 PM UTC
I couldn’t care less
I tried my best
To smile
To be happy for awhile
But why
Even try?
What’s the point?
Jan 17, 2018
Jan 17, 2018 at 11:12 AM UTC
It is easy to lie
About how much I cry
I barely even try
It is kind of scary
That it is so easy
Who else lies?
Who else secretly cries?
How much do they try?
I can lie
And so can everyone else
We let life fly by
As we constantly lie
Jan 12, 2018
Jan 12, 2018 at 7:33 PM UTC
Why do I write?
Write about what makes me cry?
Write about how I constantly lie?
Write about, how on the inside,
I die sometimes?
Is it for empathy?
For someone to cry for me?
Is it to vent?
Into words that kinda fit?
Is it to let go?
Maybe to make the growth
Of these feelings slow?
Who knows?
I just write
About what makes me cry
And how I constantly lie
And how, on the inside,
I die sometimes.
I just go with the flow
And hope I can grow
Or at least make these feelings slow.
Jan 12, 2018
Jan 12, 2018 at 12:32 AM UTC
Tonight
There are no winners
Nor are there losers
Tonight
We have a truce
We are not scared
But we aren’t brave
We are no longer empty
But not quite full
We aren’t screaming in pain
But we aren’t laughing from relief
Tonight is a truce
No side won
Nor did one loose
For tonight
We are between
Darkness and light
Jan 10, 2018
Jan 10, 2018 at 8:27 AM UTC
You are so brave
A trait that I crave
You aren’t ashamed of what hides inside
You have no problem with saying
And here I am
Broken as you
Not knowing what to do
Or where to go
You and I are the same
But you will never know
I keep the thing that slowly grows
A secret
You talk
You talk about past
You talk about pain
You talk about it
I, on the other hand,
Never say a word
I never say my past
I never say my pain
I never say it
We aren’t the same
You talk
I hide
And secretly cry
Jan 8, 2018
Jan 8, 2018 at 4:44 PM UTC
Oh, how easy it would be?
With these evil thoughts
That just seem to overtake.
I know they are lies
Just trying to eat me from the inside
And just trying make me cry.
But, oh, how they make me always think
How easy it would be.
Jan 6, 2018
Jan 6, 2018 at 11:51 PM UTC
I try
To cry
Out for help
I yelp.
I yell.
I scream.
I try to tell.
But no one hears
Or seems to care
They don’t listen
They don’t see
My eyes no longer glisten
And that I no longer feel glee
Jan 6, 2018
Jan 6, 2018 at 5:55 PM UTC
An itch
That won’t quit
Is bottled up
In this thing
That isn’t clean
Everyone sees a wonderful soul
But they don’t know
How she feels so low
And how it is so cold
To get rid of the pain
To be able to tame
Only for awhile
Just to feel a smile
And escape this isle
Only for a moment
Would be wild
All it is is one cut
It would be but
The itch
Wouldn’t then quit
I know
It would only grow
And I still would be as low
And as cold
So I’ll ignore the itch
Even though it won’t quit
Jan 5, 2018
Jan 5, 2018 at 10:02 PM UTC