I'D LOVE TO GO THERE ONE DAY, TO TOMORROW.
WHERE THE SUN IS ALWAYS AT RISE AND THE PROMISES OF YESTERDAY'S HOPES WILL BE FULFILLED.
TOMORROW
Nov 22, 2018
Nov 22, 2018 at 4:42 PM UTC
"Having someone doesn't mean ****
"The loneliness doesn't go away with someone sitting next to you"
"If someone says they 'love you' it doesnt make you love yourself"
Nov 13, 2018
Nov 13, 2018 at 9:26 AM UTC
I lived a large
part of my youth
carrying things
that didn’t
belong to me
Indeed I’ve carried
their loads for
too **** long
The load of how
they felt about me
the load of what
they’ve said about me
the load of how
They’ve perceived me
for far too long
These load was never
mine to carry
to begin with
Today I am free
free at last
from criticism
fears , insecurities
and other people’s
opinion
These loads
are no longer mine
to carry
Regardless
how desperate
and foolish
they may seem
Sep 11, 2018
Sep 11, 2018 at 11:34 AM UTC
What do you do, ?
When you no longer belong in the place you were born.
When all the people you know don't know you anymore.
When everything is the same and nothing has changed except you.
When you look in the mirror and can't recognize the reflection.
What do you do, ?
Do you leave everything that is familiar ?
Or
Do you stay and remain a stranger ?
What do you do, ?
Now that you gave everything you had to give and they're still asking you for more.
Now, that all the sweet lies have been told and all that is left is the bitter truth.
What do you do, ?
When all the things that used to be cool aren't cool anymore and all of a sudden, your heart wants more.
When the boy in you is dead and the man in you can't stand the thought of being alive.
What do you do, ?
Its questions I often ask myself and others, whenever I'm home.
I don't feel at home anymore.
Aug 13, 2018
Aug 13, 2018 at 12:50 PM UTC
I know, I'll never know everything
I know, I know way too much for my own good
I know, what know is not really the truth and it's not really lies
But it's all I know.
I know, I don't know enough
But I know enough to make me wish I didn't know anything at all
Jul 10, 2018
Jul 10, 2018 at 3:18 PM UTC
He writes poetry
But no one knows
He writes poetry
He writes about love
And loss
He writes about smiles
And frowns
He writes about sorrow
And forgotten towns
He writes about how lost he gets
Caught up in his own mind
He writes poetry to
And about others
But no one knows
Know one knows the depth of his soul
Because they all choose to see the exterior
And that exterior screams
Preppy
And preppy
Don't have souls
Or so they thought
Until the day he was consumed
By his own poetry
Jun 21, 2018
Jun 21, 2018 at 6:18 PM UTC
I had very little to give.
I knew what I had to give wouldn't be enough,
But that was all I could give,
So I gave you my all.
And now, I'm empty inside.
May 29, 2018
May 29, 2018 at 4:34 PM UTC
I cried like a new born baby, no one could calm me.
I cried, until my tears ran dry and I was left empty inside.
In my mourning and grief,
I cried and cried and cried.
I cried, till my knees dropped to the ground, because for once I had lost something that could never be found.
Jan 11, 2018
Jan 11, 2018 at 6:28 AM UTC
Everything is everything
and only nothing happens without a reason.
If I was to say more, it'll probably be GIBBERISH.
Dec 7, 2017
Dec 7, 2017 at 3:54 PM UTC
You were a nobody, a nobody
And nobody cared about you
Now your a somebody,
And everybody talks about you.
( oh , )
Your a somebody now,
So not just anybody
gets to talk to you ?
Dec 7, 2017
Dec 7, 2017 at 3:14 PM UTC