You're like the moon.
Some nights you show your full beauty.
Just being present for everyone to appreciate and see.
Some nights you get anxious,
You hide a bit of yourself from the world.
Worried that people are tired of you.
And some nights you don't show yourself at all.
You stay in darkness, weeping.
Feeling better if you were just a secret.
Oct 27, 2015
Oct 27, 2015 at 9:41 AM UTC
Its been years since we've met.
Years since we last said hello.
Years since I fell in love with you.
It's been years since we both left school.
Where we both were reckless teenagers.
Years since we left marks on our wrists.
I've stopped, I wonder if you ever will.
All these years, do you still remember me?
As your dog?
As your monster?
As your temporary lover?
I still remember you.
I remember you very clearly.
Because all these years,
I've never stopped loving you.
Oct 26, 2015
Oct 26, 2015 at 9:10 PM UTC
I want to stop thinking for you.
I want to stop thinking for other people.
I badly want to stop thinking for myself.
What good does it make to sit and think?
It drowns me.
It makes me feel like I don't have a companion.
Do I?
Do I have anyone?
Does anyone love me?
Does my mother love me?
Is it possible that I may be a mistake?
Unplanned and unpleasant?
Is it possible that I make things wrong?
Who needs a person like me.
Who wants to be friends with me.
Who wants to make me their own for the rest of their lives.
Anyone would rather die than raise me.
I want to stop.
I want it all to stop.
I want my clock to stop ticking.
I want my mind to stop thinking.
I want my heart to stop beating.
I just want Everything that I have in me.. To stop.
Oct 10, 2015
Oct 10, 2015 at 9:58 AM UTC
All I want is to be someone.
I dare not to say that I wasn't anyone.
But somehow I change into another.
Every year, every month.
All very different souls.
Sometimes I'm her.
Sometimes I'm that girl.
Sometimes I'm this.
I'm sick of changing.
I just want to be someone.
I want to be what I want to be.
No more change.
I want to be me.
Oct 5, 2015
Oct 5, 2015 at 8:28 PM UTC
**Oh how my sorrows torture me.
Quiet room and dim light.
The silence does not comfort me.
Not in the way that I want it to be.
Where is the door that leads outside?
To fresh air and freedom.
To where risks are hid and excitement lives.
How I wish to go outside.
Inside I feel, It's such a bore.
Hurt and adrenaline does not belong here.
They belong out there.
To hurt and ****
Save the hearts of the confused,
The unorganized minds,
And the bodies of those who thirsts
for the blood of their own.
I just want to go outside.
Where I know the are many crevices to hide in.
My fingers will be *****
My mind will be empty,
My heart will finally feel content.
I just want to be free from worry.**
Sep 12, 2015
Sep 12, 2015 at 8:42 AM UTC
Almost died by the sound of the night.
The silence like a knife,
stabbing me from the inside.
The substance like oxygen,
I breathed in the pain.
Wondered why I did this.
Wondered why I won't speak up.
It sickens me that I am such a scarred soul.
I beg for happiness.
But what's given is sorrow.
My heart is wild,
It's trapped in a cage,
It could easily break,
I should let it escape.
But if I do,
It has no where to go or stay.
People will scream,
Once it's in sight anyway.
No matter what,
My heart will not be happy.
Outside or not,
Still it's so weak.
My heart shouts for my mind to think.
Like a glass that fell,
My heart is shattered.
A book with skipped unwritten pages.
My mind is incomplete,
And confused of what story that's hidden within.
Aimless,
Confused,
Soon to be breathless,
I am hardly amused.
Sep 11, 2015
Sep 11, 2015 at 11:08 AM UTC
Till this day I still wonder why we don't make sense to eachother.
Our unending doubts with eachother caused us too much pain.
Our ego caused too much jealousy and sadness.
Was I supposed to look at you?
Was I supposed to stop on my tracks and lay eyes on such a perfect imperfection?
Was it supposed to be me or someone else?
I sometimes wonder what would I be now if I did not turn my head.
These months of challenges we face together.
This year if needed concentration on important exams.
Why did we meet this late?
Why can't you stay for another year?
So that I can know where exactly am I going with you.
But I realized.
You don't need another year.
This year is enough.
I've been in love with you for over a year and half of it we met so informally.
Rejections and lies that I seem to hold on to so dearly.
Why am I doing this to myself?
Why is my love stronger for you than anybody else?
I just need an explanation because you and I have such little time.
Either we are or we're not.
I fell for you first.
It's time you cut the rope or hold on to it.
Sep 10, 2015
Sep 10, 2015 at 11:11 AM UTC
I fell today and my leg has a bruise,
But I don't need to say this to you.
Not like you care.
I woke up earlier than usual today.
But you knowing this has no use anyway.
Not like you care.
I was there for you when they weren't.
Yeah telling you this hurts.
But it's not like you care.
Give me extra pills to borrow.
And I won't be here tomorrow.
Not like you care.
Sep 10, 2015
Sep 10, 2015 at 10:28 AM UTC
To just care and ask is not enough,
To love and embrace is not enough,
To tease and to hurt is not enough.
The things that I do for you is not enough.
I might be right if I said that I am not needed.
Because I see other souls,
Capable of giving you 'enough'.
I just want to be enough.
As a person.
As a friend.
And I'd be so **** happy if I am enough as a dog.
Sep 7, 2015
Sep 7, 2015 at 6:20 AM UTC
You're beautiful in a way that makes other people want to look like you.
You're beautiful in a way that makes men, better yet women fall in love with you.
You have that kind of beauty that makes people stop on their tracks just to make sure they have your image engraved in their minds for awhile.
Your beauty makes someone's tears dry,
Your beauty makes the sun come up in a person's life,
Your beauty waters the seed that's in people's hearts, helping it grow into a flower.
Even this, your beauty does have it's flaws.
Your beauty is clumsy,
Your beauty is confused,
Your beauty overflows its mind with thoughts of sadness and heart with sorrow
Beyond your low self-esteem,You're beautiful in so many ways.
Be it physical or not,
You're beautiful in ways that I cannot explain,
In ways that I never knew before.
You're beautiful in ways that you, yourself don't understand.
I can assure you, that you are beautiful.
And not anyone or even you can tell me otherwise.
Sep 6, 2015
Sep 6, 2015 at 2:30 AM UTC