There is always one star that shines more bright than the others, the first one you catch a glimpse of in the night sky. The one you cannot help but to stare at because it's beauty is more radiant than any other star in the sky. To you this one star shines more than the rest. You are drawn to this star because of its beauty. This star is does not shine as bright in other people's eyes but in yours, the star is perfect. In your world there would only be this one star, it would be the only star you would need. If you could stare at this one star the rest of your life you would be happy, because when you look at it, you know this star does in fact shine the brightest. You know this star is the best, you know this star is the one. To me, this star is her.
Aug 9, 2017
Aug 9, 2017 at 2:45 AM UTC
I can't draw
And I can't sing
I can't do a lot of things
I have to take breaks
When I run
Because I pollute
My sorry lungs
I cannot put words
To my feelings sometimes
So I talk in choppy sentences
And send you late night rhymes
I can't get that one strand of hair
To lie flat on my head
And sometimes I forget I'm alive
Convinced that I'm dead
I'm really not good
At getting out of bed
I can't do a lot of things
Other people can
Oct 8, 2016
Oct 8, 2016 at 5:16 AM UTC
I may have held the gun
But I didn't pull the trigger
I may have tied the rope
But I didn't pull it tighter
I may have grasped the knife
But I didn't slice my flesh
I may have wanted to die
But it was you who did the killing
Oct 8, 2016
Oct 8, 2016 at 5:13 AM UTC
I have mass
*Too much of it
No matter how little I eat*
And I take up space
*I don't mean to be a burden
But I am
And I'm sorry*
And since the definition of matter is
*Anything that has mass
And takes up space*
I suppose I "matter"
Aug 5, 2015
Aug 5, 2015 at 7:50 PM UTC
God made me loving
So I would love everyone
God made me broken
So I could make sure I never break someone else
God made me hurt
So I could heal others
God made me anxious
So I could learn to trust
God made me motherly
For those who don't have one
God made me uncoordinated
So I would know that balance
Is not always physical
God made me compassionate
So I would know his love for us
God made me faithful
So I would know what it's like to be betrayed
God made me insecure
So I could tell others that no one is perfect
God made me human
Flawed
Broken
Anxious
And uncoordinated that I am
So He could prove to me
That He is stronger than my ups
And
Downs.
Aug 5, 2015
Aug 5, 2015 at 3:13 PM UTC
I need you to save me from myself, I feel like I'm drowning in the night.
I'm struggling to reach the surface, I'm struggling to see the light as I sink further down in the depths of my own mind. My heart slows down as I reach the bottom, without you I am nothing. Just another body, numb and searching for a quick escape.
Aug 4, 2015
Aug 4, 2015 at 12:27 AM UTC
I want to run to you, I want you to hold me and tell me it will be okay.
When I am in your arms I can escape the pain and the hurt of the world.
When I am being held by you the darkness in my life fades away and I can see light again.
Since you have been gone, all I see is the darkness creeping back.
I need you to save me from the demons that hide in the overwhelming darkness.
Aug 4, 2015
Aug 4, 2015 at 12:18 AM UTC
Whenever I think about you, I can't breath.
Whenever someone says your name, a little ball of pain shows up in my stomach.
Whenever I see your face, I die a little inside. It hurts to see you happy without me.
Whenever I hear your voice, I just want to run to you and have you hold me.
Aug 4, 2015
Aug 4, 2015 at 12:09 AM UTC
Mother oh mother,
When may I go?
Mother oh mother,
I'm locked all alone
Mother oh mother,
Why won't you unlock me?
Mother oh mother,
I'm dying inside
Mother oh mother,
When can I be free?
Mother oh mother,
You aren't my mother
Mother oh mother,
You're the witch in the tower
Witch oh witch
Why keep me here?
Witch oh witch,
Who are you really?
Witch oh witch,
I just realized--
You're me
Me oh me,
Why can't I be free?
Aug 2, 2015
Aug 2, 2015 at 11:20 PM UTC
The pain, the anger, the guilt, the crying, the emptiness, and the loneliness doesn't ever go away. The memories will always be stuck in my head. So I wrap the rope just a little tighter every time I remember and then I kick the chair over, close my eyes and forget everything for a split second, because I'd rather die from a rope around my neck than from my pain and misery.
Aug 2, 2015
Aug 2, 2015 at 10:20 PM UTC