They don't know.
They don't feel.
I wish I knew.
I wish I couldn't.
Your eyes are weary.
Your heart is a deep maroon
it's still trying to stay up.
Using the bare minimum to sustain itself.
They can't help.
You can't help.
You need help.
You can't find it.
You.
The Girl in the Mirror.
Dec 8, 2017
Dec 8, 2017 at 8:13 PM UTC
Abandoned, left for self-determination.
Betrayed, sacrificed to inner demons.
Obliterated, a mind shattered beyond recognition.
Misheard, a brutal display of unspoken needs.
Iridescent, veiled feelings in one’s mind.
Nocturnal, midnights are the coldest.
Afterlife, we all get two.
Bent, once admired.
Lies, questionable.
Exasperated, done.
Jan 30, 2017
Jan 30, 2017 at 12:16 PM UTC
She is a Writer.
She writes of things that help others.
She writes for freedom.
She writes for fun.
Her style is unique in it's own right.
Her pens all drained.
Her thoughts expressed.
Not by violence.
Nor by explosion of the voice.
Just by paper, through pen.
She writes for friends.
She writes from life.
She writes for anyone who stops by.
She is a Writer.
An idea not at all new, but still as rare as ever.
Oct 11, 2016
Oct 11, 2016 at 8:00 PM UTC
I'm malleable, new dough.
I'm stained, old clothes.
I'm tainted, old soul.
I'm crashing, my life.
I'm thriving, my mind.
I'm something, nothing.
I'm safe, unfold the debate.
I'm happy, let the tears flow.
I'm grateful, surely this you know.
I'm disrespectful, to me we see different sides.
I'm thankful, soon we will all die.
Sep 29, 2016
Sep 29, 2016 at 11:16 PM UTC
Ahead of me are storm clouds gathering.
Gathering violently.
I can't escape this each time.
My time to leave.
My time to run,
I'm sorry I just can't outrun it this time.
But in the nic of time,
I get swept up.
There's no way to get out of it now.
These storm clouds are of a different variety.
Ones full of different emotions.
Ones full of hate.
No matter how hard you try,
You can't outrun family.
Sep 3, 2016
Sep 3, 2016 at 4:56 PM UTC
At night I dream of hugging you.
Kissing you gently.
Keeping you warm during winter.
Dressing up lazily during the summer.
Laughing through the day.
Taking care of one another through our darkest days.
You're my aspirin.
*My bottle of *****
I get drunk off of your body.
You're a candle on fire.
You're the sway of the ocean.
A beautiful masterpiece.
When I wake up and you're not beside me.
I start to think out loud.
"This is because of society."
Nothing is wrong with this.
I only wish to cuddle you.
Make sure you feel loved.
I need you to know I care, that I would never leave you.
You're so cute when you have that messy hair....
You're the love of my life!
People are far too rude when it comes to these things.
No one even stops to think.....
If you can love a boy.
Then why can't I love one too?
Aug 17, 2016
Aug 17, 2016 at 2:01 PM UTC
When can I reach you?
A separate land.
A place unknown to our universe.
When can I feel you?
Your sweet embrace.
The tender feel of your hair.
When can we meet?
A longing; forgotten by man, unrivaled by lust.
When can we kiss?
The kind images projecting into my eye.
The stories I make in my mind.
When can I stop?
The barriers, walls separating our two kinds.
You are nothing but an image on a screen...
Yet you mean so much to me.
Aug 15, 2016
Aug 15, 2016 at 2:36 PM UTC
Depression is a black mass that swallows up the sun.
Depression is the lightless cavern in the sea.
Depression is the monster eating away at me.
Mar 4, 2016
Mar 4, 2016 at 6:01 PM UTC
I am like a ghost to you
Never knowing what to do
Take this heart and use it to
Its not much good without you
I am like a staircase
I can take you to a place
Never to see your face
But you step on me with grace
The clock is ticking out of time
We stepped out of line
The sun refuses to shine
On this face of mine
Whatever makes you happy dear
I want you to hold me near
Never will you sense my fear
A little longer and I wont be here
Mar 2, 2016
Mar 2, 2016 at 8:46 PM UTC
I'm hanging onto you like a kitten on a branch.
Calluses appear on my hands like acne on a teen.
Sweat beating down my face, glistening against the sun.
Holding on takes too much.
There is no support system.
No beam.
No ground.
Nothing to lean on.
Holding on takes too much.
I watch you from down here listening to every word.
Hoping I hear you say my name.
I feel the weight on my body grow heavier and pull me down.
Holding on takes too much.
Falling, still gazing back up at you.
Hoping you catch me.
Hoping you notice me.
Hoping you care.
Holding on takes too much.
Depression. Dark and empty.
The only result of chasing you.
Depression the only result of needing you.
Holding on takes too much.
Mar 2, 2016
Mar 2, 2016 at 8:15 PM UTC