Inhale the fresh air, exhale the bad thoughts
Walking along the sidewalk, staring at the clouds
Clearing my mind out,
not caring about what's going on
Thinking about you and sending positive vibes your way
Hoping you'll notice me,
but of course you don't know me
My love for you is like a wind
You can feel it, but at the same time you can't see it..
Jun 29, 2016
Jun 29, 2016 at 11:20 AM UTC
I don't care about what they're saying bad things about me
I don't care if you hate me
I'm just trying to be me, what can I do?
I'm not trying to be cool
You're just judging me
Yet, you're the one bringing up my bad side
Stop acting like we know each other
Stop being like you know my story
But still always remember
I don't care about you.
Jun 29, 2016
Jun 29, 2016 at 11:18 AM UTC
Earphones and music on, world off
Every time they'll blame me on things, every time I see them coming
Trying not to cry, thinking if they'd be fine if i'm gone.
Tired of this *********
my music is so loud
Not hearing what they're trying to say,
I don't even care anymore
Listening to my type of songs,
having perfect happiness
Just leave me alone,
I'm doing my best not to cuss.
I'm here at my bed, tugging at my blanket.
Not minding these people surrounding me.
Jun 10, 2016
Jun 10, 2016 at 9:19 AM UTC
Watching the sun goes down,
it reveals the pink and orange hue of the sun.
Different colors,
slowly showing the darkness.
Desires of someone,
but actually with no one.
Sunset is romantic when you're with someone,
it would be luck if you have one.
Sunset is sad. Its like you're saying goodbye.
Farewell to the light,
hello to dark.
Here goes the drama part of your day,
especially to those who doesn't usually going to a party.
Jun 10, 2016
Jun 10, 2016 at 9:17 AM UTC
As the night came,
the stars are out
Here I am outside,
my parents yelling at me to come inside
Ignoring them and just chilling,
they even don't know what the feeling
Fresh air keeping me away from depression,
stops me for thinking anything
My mind right now is thinking about this myth,
if a person dies they'd become a star
I wonder if I die,
where or what would I be, a star or a ghost or what-so-ever
Staring at the waxing crescent moon,
while listening to my favorite music
Out here all night satisfies my whole life.
Jun 8, 2016
Jun 8, 2016 at 6:13 AM UTC