Sometimes I cry because I miss you
And because you are sorry and selfish.
I cry a lot, now that I think about it.
I cry because people are in pain and
It is my fault.
I cry when you left for four hours
And didn't come back until I had walked across the earth.
Sometimes I find myself sobbing because I make a mess of everything
Or because I'm just...me.
Does that make sense?
May 4, 2014
May 4, 2014 at 11:48 PM UTC
I know that you're probably mad at me
And that you probably don't ever want to speak to me again.
But I need you.
I can't go on like this without you.
I'm sobbing even thinking about it.
There's so much in my life that I have to do,
That I don't think I can do because you won't be there with me.
I don't want you to leave me,
But if that's what you want to do,
I'll let you.
Apr 29, 2014
Apr 29, 2014 at 1:18 AM UTC
I can't
I can't
I can't
I can't do this anymore.
Apr 15, 2014
Apr 15, 2014 at 8:20 PM UTC
Take me away,
Little tablets of gold
To the land of the
Moon and the sun;
I'll take my throne
And I'll sit there
For the rest of eternity.
There, people will
Fall in love with me
Over and over again
And they'll laugh -
But not at me.
we'll laugh at
All the times I was
Selfish
And we'll rejoice
At this new life.
Apr 15, 2014
Apr 15, 2014 at 8:15 PM UTC
Jasmine is
Cool.
It's dramatic because
I put it on
Two lines.
Apr 14, 2014
Apr 14, 2014 at 8:51 PM UTC
i remember the days when
i used to write about
falling in love,
and how i longed for
someone to love me.
sometimes it hurts
even more than loneliness.
Apr 13, 2014
Apr 13, 2014 at 5:39 PM UTC
There isn't a point to anything anymore.
Lately I've found myself spending my days crying my heart out
And blaming myself for everything that has been happening.
I've been thinking that I'm a horrible person,
And that I do not deserve the luxuries of/that is life.
I wish someone would tell me differently.
Apr 13, 2014
Apr 13, 2014 at 4:40 PM UTC
sometimes, she would say, it helps to count.
I would look up at the ceiling and count all the little dots that I could find. They stared down at me and smiled, and I began to count. There were sixty four of them, and I smiled, feeling as insane as ever.
Counting calms me down, she would tell me.
I was in my English class and I looked up at the ceiling. At first I wasn't worried about what everyone else thought of me. I was in the middle of the room so I couldn't count all the panels, but I was able to reach fifty.
Counting calms me down.
Apr 13, 2014
Apr 13, 2014 at 1:41 AM UTC
You just might be beautiful.
Whenever I see your smile, I will laugh or I will cry;
It just depends on the mood I am currently in.
And it feels strange writing in full phrases,
Because I'm not a complete sentence kind of person.
I pull my thoughts short until they are not existent
So that no one will have to know who I really am or what I'm thinking.
You make me feel like there is light in the world,
Or like i actually have a chance at life.
You make breathing worth while;
I never thought I would ever be able to say that.
Apr 13, 2014
Apr 13, 2014 at 1:35 AM UTC
You tell me to
Write a poem
About how wonderful
The world is.
You have given me
An impossible task,
For the world is not wonderful.
It is dark and
Frightening
And I fear I may never
Escape it.
It holds so many brilliant
And beautiful things
Only to lure it into the
Depths of its darkness.
Beware.
Apr 13, 2014
Apr 13, 2014 at 1:31 AM UTC