I'm getting bad again
The sadness inside just continues to grow.
I hate breaking promises,
But can I please just let go?
Oct 22, 2015
Oct 22, 2015 at 2:02 AM UTC
Dearest daddy,
Oh how I mis you!
I miss your hugs,
kisses,
our secrets.
Daddy dearest,
I miss being just
your baby girl.
I'm something more,
someone older.
Your kisses can't
make the hurt vanish,
mommy's cannot either.
Your hugs don't
make me forget,
mom's either!
Daddy,
Oh dearest daddy.
I love you.
I miss you like crazy.
Jul 24, 2014
Jul 24, 2014 at 7:02 AM UTC
Leave me be.
I have nothing left anymore
I wish I could tell them my secret
The unhappiness, The brokenness,
The Hurt, The Hatred,
It's sad isn't it .
These words unspoken.
Leave me mute.
Leave me be.
I can't tell them I need help.
Its getting worse by the second.
I haven't been in this place in a while,
I see my old shiny friend walking towards me so sharp,
Would they judge me? Would they help me? Shh..
"You can't tell them" says my old shiny friend.
Leave me be.
Got lost somewhere trying to find my way back.
Im in need of assistance.
Would they believe me?
Would they listen to my broken, aching voice tell them the story me?
Just leave me be.
May 18, 2014
May 18, 2014 at 11:46 AM UTC
i always feel so alone
even with people surrounding me
it's strange I tell you
and it sends shivers down my spine
i pretend and say "im fine"
I always try and be the best I can
the happiest I can
use all the resources around
but chains of sadness keep me bound
it's strange I tell you
I can be happy for a minute
and sad the next
always feel alone and not wanted
I guess I'm a creep
I guess I'm strange
I just want to sleep
deep
down
the sea
drown
me
Apr 16, 2014
Apr 16, 2014 at 12:09 AM UTC
Broken conversations,
empty lungs,
doors half open,
hearts almost out of love.
We used to talk of how
we used to be infinite.
But now every second now feels
like a stroke against an unforgiving current.
Our conversations broke
as the flaws of our souls
fell through the cracks of this glass foundation.
These upset words that escaped you
left the air around me a little sad,
a little awake,
and with a lot of echoes.
My lungs went empty
talking you down.
I left the door open for you.
So you can walk in
and slip in quietly-
I won't say a word.
And this heart could never go empty,
not mine.
Yours,
at this point,
I know not.
Flowers never lost their color
as long as you walked this earth.
Apr 1, 2014
Apr 1, 2014 at 10:29 PM UTC
I feel this big void in my chest
The constant urge for tears to go crashing down my face
Why must you do this
You are the reason for many things
You ghost still lingers in my heart
I can feel you in my soul
You''ve made me small
You cut me at the knees
I don't stand so tall anymore
The constant over thinking
How can this be life
I can't tell no one
So you can't tell anyone
How my heart is falling apart
It's been patched up with tape and glue
But it's not holding anymore
You cut me at the knees
Can't you see I'm slowly slipping away
I'm not the same person
I don't think they notice.. my friends
My urge to break you the way you broke me grows exceedingly
You cut me so deep
You cut me at the knees
Apr 1, 2014
Apr 1, 2014 at 10:27 PM UTC
I wanted to be the wind.
I wanted to be the wind flowing through each strand of his hair. I wanted to be the moon, bathing him in my light. I wanted to be his wisdom. I wanted to be the blush in his cheeks. The chill that traveled down his spine and the warmth of his soul. I wanted to be the itch underneath his skin when his thoughts were troubled. I wanted to be his consolation; and his isolation. I wanted to be the blur in his drunken vision. I wanted to be his dreams. I wanted to be his fixation in the night sky and the sweet seduction of his daylight. I wanted to be the plant that he watered with his kindness. I wanted to be the glass that tasted his lips, the breath that escaped his lungs and the oxygen that flowed through his blood. The stardust sticking to the walls of his veins. I wanted to be his lingering melancholy. I wanted to be the tears that once had the chance to live inside his eyelids. I wanted to be every door handle that his fingertips caressed. I wanted to be the saliva resting on his tongue. I wanted to be each and every heartbeat that kept him alive for a moment longer.
Can you understand?
Because I can’t.
I wanted to be the life that he questioned, the life that left him speechless. I wanted to be the information that he craved.
I wanted to be everything.
I wanted to be her.
I wanted to be me.
Apr 1, 2014
Apr 1, 2014 at 5:45 PM UTC