I want to be insane and out of my mind
I want to lose my senses
Can you hear the music?
I want to listen to the symphony
I want to feel the pain
of love and misery
I want to see the world in harmony and in chaos
give birth to a new a purpose
I want the world to witness my pain, my sufferings,
put to an end
I want the world to watch me
save myself from the truth
And all of you, who stand by ignorance,
shall gaze in awe
of what will come to be
just to realize that, well,
you couldn't save me
I hid and I can never escape
I lose my sanity
Thanks to you, dearest brother,
I lose my sanity
Goodbye, old friend
Goodbye, old world
Goodbye, old self
Goodbye for this night shall pass
and my suffering will continue no more
This night shall pass
and I will remember you no more
Jan 4, 2014
Jan 4, 2014 at 11:42 AM UTC
Don’t you get tired of the pain
that fights its way back to your heart
when all is well?
Don’t you get scared when you realize
that all you have been through,
no one can really fully understand
because you’ve locked yourself away along with the memories
you choose to linger on?
Don’t you get sick of all the mistakes
you keep on regretting just because you keep on
doing it again and again?
Don’t you feel even just a little sad about yourself
because you’ve always known that you’re given
the chance to break free from your small dark jail
and finally get the chance to be happy,
yet, you choose to close your eyes,
ask darkness to consume all of you,
and keep yourself there?
Nov 4, 2013
Nov 4, 2013 at 4:01 AM UTC
Maybe, it’s time to give the pain up.
Let my heart press restart.
Let it drag pain down the trash bin.
Let it open its door and invite love in.
Let it turn my lonely nights a thing of the past.
Let it turn those tortured nights into paradise.
Let it burn the marked words
He promised.
Let it bring me into a new life.
Nov 4, 2013
Nov 4, 2013 at 3:58 AM UTC
Years have been lived.
Months have gone by.
Weeks have been wasted.
Days have passed.
All that’s left of me is gone.
He stares blankly as if I were not even there.
He moves at the slightest as if
I were to do something unexpected.
I stare at him blankly as if
he were the only person in the whole world.
I move at the slightest as if
one move may make him vanish.
All that’s left of me is nowhere to be found.
All that I see of him is just a bunch of memories.
Good memories,
they were.
Sadly, change happens anytime to anyone anywhere.
Now that it is as if he had forgotten me,
I think it’s time to let go and move on.
It’s just that whatever I do,
the pain never gets old.
It’s always the same:
Fresh, Young, and Stupid.
Will I get used to the pain?
Will it just fade away?
Well, I hope so.
Nov 4, 2013
Nov 4, 2013 at 3:49 AM UTC
Could I ever forget those long nights
when I snuck out of the house just to be with you?
Could I ever forget those long nights
when we'd forget the time and
just walk until the sun rises?
Could I ever forget those long nights
when you had to wait an eternity for me,
yet, as I come out, you were still there
with a smile on your face?
Could I ever forget those long nights
when you made your silly little promises
that for me were bigger than any future I saw?
Could I ever forget those long nights
when you told me there were no “forevers”
and only unending?
Could I ever forget those long nights
when you'd whisper in my ear,
“I unendingly love you”?
Could I ever forget
the love you had shown me?
You did.
I could never.
Nov 1, 2013
Nov 1, 2013 at 6:15 AM UTC
It feels good, doesn’t it?
That moment you get to forget
where you’re headed and
be contented you’re by his side.
Nothing could stop you.
Not even the world.
Not even the ground?
Yes, you fall.
Well, it’s about time.
The pain finally kicks in.
You can’t think straight.
You can’t see straight.
So, let your eyes take in everything.
Look around you.
Where is he?
You fall.
He doesn’t.
It hurts all the more, doesn’t it?
Nov 1, 2013
Nov 1, 2013 at 6:08 AM UTC
I can’t get another try
but I fathom the fact of
holding on.
I hold on
and
hold on.
I keep slipping away,
It doesn’t matter.
I’ll shout as loud as I can.
It won’t matter.
Nothing will matter.
I’m done and
all these things I’ve done
are just a thing of the past.
Help me out.
I’ve got nothing to hold on to.
Nov 1, 2013
Nov 1, 2013 at 6:06 AM UTC
Lost in my own world,
everything is as lucid as my reality.
You lie next to me as if
we were meant to intertwine.
You lie in slumber as if
your reality were in your dreams,
and this taunts me.
How good are your dreams?
Do I wish to be there
or
would I rather stay here
watching over you and gaze in awe?
Nov 1, 2013
Nov 1, 2013 at 6:03 AM UTC
Since you've been gone, it’s been hard for me to think.
Since you've been gone, whatever I type or write
would always seem wrong and I just end up erasing everything.
Since you've been gone, I start to space out and don’t know what to do.
Since you've been gone, all i want is some sleep to dream.
Since you've been gone, dreams begin to horrify me,
not because they’re scary,
but because i’d rather stay in slumber
as I dream of the scenery I can never have in the real world
than to wake up and know some part of me is gone.
Since you've been gone, I tend to forget what is real and fake.
Since you've been gone, I feel lost in everything I do.
Now that you’re gone,
I realize that I can never be me.
I’m gone.
Nov 1, 2013
Nov 1, 2013 at 5:58 AM UTC