Paradise
Golden sunsets and honey dripping skin
Violet blues running through my oceans
The blazing wind playing violin strings
Euphoria beautifully decorating my pain
Where no clocks will tick, time isn't measured
Actions are said more than mere little words
Where pain no longer exists though my broken
That is where I'm headed my friends
My sins I will pay, my Lord please forgive me
In a home I found you Jesus, one I never knew existed
In my last hour I say a truthful prayer
That the Lord welcome me home with open arms
No more tears and no more scars
My heart has no more broken
My soul is at peace
My mind is outspoken
Don't cry for my death
For it would have come one day
I pushed the hands of time early
And now I lay, happy and at peace
In Paradise.
Aug 15, 2018
Aug 15, 2018 at 4:15 PM UTC
the most beautiful thing about love is you can choose who you want. the saddest part is so can they.
You built the hopeless romantic within me. I looked for hope of life within you. You dug my grave and told me to fall in love with you, and I did it without a thought. Now all I can see when I close my eyes is how your face falls when you see me and the pain in your eyes when you say you love me. I used to spend my time with an overflowing heart reminiscing about the cute paragraph stories you sent me telling me how you'll be mine to the moon and back. Now I sit with overflowing wrists and think about how one day, you're simply going to up and leave. You stab at my heart merciless, and pour salt in my wounds where you told me it's sugar. And you know I won't simply up and leave because you've got me wrapped around your little finger. I used to roll my eyes at my mother when she said you're too young to love, but now I wish I had been a good little girl and listened to her wise words. I never know what will come next, so I'll sit and wait in belly flipping anxiety and stress for the next I love you when you want me, or I hate you when you don't.
while you swim in the ocean of pointless I love you's you've created in my lungs, please try to remember I can't ******* swim
Jun 18, 2018
Jun 18, 2018 at 1:48 PM UTC
It's funny how I can love myself so much and hours later hate myself more than anything in the world
You know I wish I could always be happy, focus on the positive like you always say. But I can't because that's not who I am
I wish I could take the words you say, that mental disorders are just ****** labels used by therapist to **** us of our money. But I can't pretend any longer.
I'm sick. And I can't help it.
I scratch myself to release pain, inflict emotional pain on myself, listen to the voice in my head and let them take over me I mean who does that??
I do....
I wasn't born this way, well I don't remember when I was born. But I know there was a day and age where happiness was what I inhaled and peace was what I exhaled. Where I believed unicorns existed and I could run on rainbows.
Now I wake up looking forward to cold and rainy days just so I won't have to face the world.
I'm sick.
I just can't help it.
Jan 26, 2018
Jan 26, 2018 at 4:37 PM UTC
Do you remember who you were before society forced you to fit in?
Who were you before you met the world?
Who were you before drawn on eyebrows and fake extensions?
Who were you before awkward piercings and random tattoos?
Who were you before 3 inch stilettos and short short mini skirts?
Who were you before the Gucci handbag and Chanel sunglasses?
Who were you before plastic surgeries and way Brazilian weaves?
Who were you before late nights at bars while the books were sitting at home?
Who were you before smoking **** and drinking *****
Who were you before hangovers on a Sunday morning while dust kept your empty seat in church company?
Who were you before the world changed you??
Oct 31, 2017
Oct 31, 2017 at 4:07 PM UTC