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I tread the wrong path
made many mistakes
and each turning trail
I found myself lost...
I left part of my life
in the lips of lies
and I'm stuck...
So with aching heart
like crimson cards
packed with silent cries
I hope she at least
hears my sorries.
Nov 23, 2016
Nov 23, 2016 at 8:29 AM UTC
Take that chance, take the fall
because falling is the first step to flying,
It is the landing you have to worry about
You may fall but never land.
You never really know what you get
until you are sure you want it.
Be sure, and by what i can see,
you want your illuminating star,
no matter how much you push away,
the gravity of that star pulls you in.
So listen to me....take the fall,
because it might just be
the best **** ride you're given in this life.
Nov 23, 2016
Nov 23, 2016 at 8:29 AM UTC
Oh honey, depression isn't pretty,
it isn't suppose to be,
people always connect sadness
with depression
but the connection is different,
it is a train of thought
like a chain cut short,
that is sturdily held together
but it doesn't last forever,
it is an armour that is worn
and polished everyday
just to say, 'I'm not sure'.
Oh honey, depression isn't pretty;
it isn't suppose to be,
and I want you to know clearly,
that there are always people
out there, somewhere,
who appreciate you for you
and who is nothing more than
a teardrop or a sweat dripping
away from help.
Some might ask,
'Are you depressed?'
and I can say, 'no I'm not',
so what I write is an expression of mind,
of how I wish you could find, that you
have a chance, because you deserve that chance,
the past is the past, a certain glance at the future
says that you could be doing so much more
and if you don't want to, that's your choice
but honey, depression isn't pretty
and it isn't suppose to be,
but you sure are beautiful,
so please keep staying strong
and marching on.
Nov 23, 2016
Nov 23, 2016 at 8:28 AM UTC
This is for everyone who told you,
You can't do it, you will never achieve
You look into the mirror and see that your reflection doesn't believe
Inner thoughts of disbelief, dishonesty in reach, your only lying to yourself, when you say that you can't be
Something else, one of a kind
only one thought will bring ease to your mind
Knowing that you can glide, succeed in motions astride, believe and open your mind to that fact that your life is fine
Your more than a piece of gold, your simply extraordinary, don't let these words exist in your vocabulary
"I'm a quitter" their simply non-existent think bigger, brighter look into that future of yours
For the world is at your feet, don't let your dreams fall underneath
I'm a tower, more like as tall as can be
I simply watch over those who need help when they seem In distress or depressed, I want to help them believe
I try to fill the gaps in between, all the
Stress and the heat, because these last following weeks, I haven't been able to sleep
This is a message for me and but
more for the person who reads
I will not quit but succeed
I will just stand, not retreat
Nov 23, 2016
Nov 23, 2016 at 8:26 AM UTC
I want to hold you
Whisper in your ears
That 'It'll be ok'.
I want to hold you
Whisper in your ears
That 'you're amazing'.
I want to hold you
Whisper in your ears
'Please don't give up'.
But
If Chinese Whispers
Have taught me anything
All the things I whisper
Will change upon
Entering your eardrums,
Soon 'it'll be ok', will be
'it'll never be ok',
'You're amazing' turns to
'you're nothing', and
'please don't give up',
turns to 'just give up',
But know that no matter
What you hear,
I will always be whispering
Into your ears
'I'm here for you'
and I'll always hold you.
Nov 23, 2016
Nov 23, 2016 at 8:21 AM UTC
...And I love you more than I do myself.
I love you with a heart that lives deep in the shadows
Where only your light could fetch it out of the barren wastelands.
It was your love that has shown me light
It was your love that I longed for
It was your love that I will die for.
It was you.
Nov 21, 2016
Nov 21, 2016 at 10:43 PM UTC
because the touch of your skin is forever my favorite sensation,
your eyes are my favorite shade of lonely,
the beat of your heart is my favorite base line,
my favorite melody is the one your vocal cords carry.
I miss you,
because your warmth is my favorite temperature,
your face is my favorite sculpture,
the way you walk is my favorite dance,
my favorite flavor is the taste of your kiss.
I miss you,
because your smile is my favorite drug,
your laughter is my favorite song,
the color of you hair is my favorite shade of mysterious,
my favorite scent is yours.
I miss you,
because your love is the only one that was true,
your intentions were the only one's that were pure,
the way you looked at me could not be faked,
my heart was yours,
and yours was mine.
Until next time,
the one who love you more than anything
Nov 21, 2016
Nov 21, 2016 at 10:42 PM UTC
I ****** up again.
And because I didn't apologize for stating my feelings,
I was left.
Yet again.
By someone who promised to never leave.
So goodbye,
To another person who realized that I'm impossible to love and not good enough.
Nov 21, 2016
Nov 21, 2016 at 10:40 PM UTC
I'm alone.
I have no one.
And no one has me.
Mainly because no one wants me.
No one wants my baggage,
My abandonment issues,
My mental illnesses,
My broken heart,
My need for constant love,
My need for constant attention,
My pathetic excuse for a personality,
My pitiful mannerisms,
My self loathing,
My need for a new home.
No one wants that.
I'm not good enough.
I've tried so hard,
Walked so many miles,
Seen so many therapists,
Taken so many pills,
Exhausted every option.
I just need care.
But until I'm able to heal from things I can't without someone to help,
No one will help.
Isn't that pathetic?
So I just sit,
Alone,
Knees clutched to my chest,
Sobbing,
Trying to forget the pain
That losing one person caused me,
And trying to convince myself
"I'm fine"
When clearly,
I will never be fine.
Nov 21, 2016
Nov 21, 2016 at 10:35 PM UTC
It so painful when you're a really cheerful person, but in reality, you're dying inside.
Nov 20, 2016
Nov 20, 2016 at 10:46 PM UTC