i'm so ******* sick
of always being the one
to ask the questions.
why won't anyone
just ******* ask me
what makes me happy?
why won't anyone
just ******* ask me
how i'm actually doing?
why won't anyone
just ******* ask me
how much it hurts
to hear nothing but
doubt when you
ask yourself if
you matter enough
to keep going.
Feb 20, 2015
Feb 20, 2015 at 12:20 AM UTC
i've always
been okay
with being ordinary
but now i'm starting
to find holes
where happiness
should be
Feb 17, 2015
Feb 17, 2015 at 10:30 PM UTC
when the sun sets
and everything turns
to silhouettes,
i know that darkness
falls close behind.
Jan 28, 2015
Jan 28, 2015 at 4:29 PM UTC
i'll never
fit in,
and i'll never
stand out.
all i'll ever do
is exist,
and i just
don't know
if that's enough
anymore.
Jan 24, 2015
Jan 24, 2015 at 11:18 AM UTC
this winter is a
rough one,
ice cold isolation
echoes inside
my body through
mazes of bones,
like loneliness
flooding through
city streets.
i can hear these
icicles begin
to shiver,
begging for me to
bring them inside,
but i think that
i'd rather just
stay out here.
this cold is
all that i have
ever known,
and the only way
that i know how
to live.
Jan 20, 2015
Jan 20, 2015 at 10:58 PM UTC
it hurts so much
to see someone
you love fall
out of your life,
but it hurts even
more to know
that you're
the one who
pushed them.
Jan 16, 2015
Jan 16, 2015 at 11:18 PM UTC
i'm losing it again.
everything that
i worked for,
everything that
i tried so hard
to keep close,
i can feel
it all slipping
from my fingers
and i just can't
seem to get a grip.
everything is
moving too quickly
and i'm losing control,
because reality has
started to distort
and thoughts
are beginning
to take over.
Jan 14, 2015
Jan 14, 2015 at 9:47 PM UTC
i'm in love with words,
but afraid of voices.
silence is both beautiful
and terrifying,
because thoughts just
never seem to sleep.
no one seems
to really understand,
because although
these voices
never stop talking,
the words themselves
are often too
quiet to speak.
Jan 11, 2015
Jan 11, 2015 at 7:04 PM UTC
maybe the reason i love the city
is because it is so
deadly still.
these concrete mountains
and paved rivers never
seem to move an inch or
take a single breath.
i'm becoming ok
with not being able to
see the clouds above
my head as they pass
with the wind,
because everything seems
easier when these buildings
block off the outside world.
i'm starting to want them
to enclose me and
if i'm lucky,
one day they'll
swallow me whole because
i just can't handle anymore motion,
and i don't think i'd be able to
say another goodbye.
so maybe i'll head to the city,
because all i really need
is the world around me to sit
still for a few moments
so i can actually take
a second to breathe.
Jan 4, 2015
Jan 4, 2015 at 7:02 PM UTC
sometimes i feel as though
my mind was set
to self destruct,
and i just cant seem
to find the switch
to make it stop.
maybe that's because
it's buried beneath
the very thoughts
that set it off.
Jan 4, 2015
Jan 4, 2015 at 2:22 AM UTC