Your head is so hard,
It could break me to pieces,
But your touch is so soft
That my heartbeat, it ceases
For a short amount of time
Until you break me once more;
Your heart wants to love me,
But you're mind closes its door.
Jan 24, 2016
Jan 24, 2016 at 2:50 AM UTC
Wake up,
And come over.
**** time; run red lights.
Every minute feels longer.
Unlock my door.
Please, come in.
Jan 24, 2016
Jan 24, 2016 at 2:37 AM UTC
It's 2AM somewhere;
A lost soul sheds a tear.
It's nothing new to her;
She knows nothing but fear.
It's all the uncertainty
That she can't even bear.
It's a 5AM phone call
That she's praying she'll hear.
It's her chaotic mind
And the pain that will sear,
Scarring her with mem'ry
Forever, year after year.
Jan 24, 2016
Jan 24, 2016 at 2:27 AM UTC
i am trapped
there is no escape
the emotions that flood me
there's no way out
it's hard to breath
is there light at the end
of my unspoken misery
like a desert in a drought
my soul thirsts for freedom
i am trapped
my mind is full of doubt
no way i'll make it out alive
but my heart is hopeful
one day i will resurface
freedom will cure my soul
no more anxiety
no more pressure
no more sadness
no more guilt
no more regret
just happiness
Sep 5, 2015
Sep 5, 2015 at 1:24 AM UTC
Loneliness is a weird thing. You're not really alone in feeling alone. Tons of people feel the same way that you do, more or less. The thing is that you don't give a **** about anyone else's loneliness when you're lonely yourself. When you feel lonely, all that you know is that you're alone, feeling terrible about yourself, and you want someone or something to change that for you, but not for anyone else. You don't care if there are other people feeling this way, and why should you? You have to fend for yourself to get through every single day when you're lonely. You can't be worried about anyone else's loneliness because you don't even know what to do about you're own. Sometimes you even feel lonely in a room filled with people. Why? Maybe you don't belong, or you don't feel like you belong. You feel neglected or awkward or whatever. These people around you might not even see you in that way at all. Maybe they actually enjoy your company and want you to be around them. Well then why do you still feel so ******* lonely? Something in your mind is not allowing you to connect with these people enough to relieve your loneliness. Inside you still feel like no one really gets you. Sure, tell a few jokes here and there, everyone laughs. They love you! But do they really know you? You know they don't. How could anyone understand you when you don't even understand yourself. But if you don't even understand yourself, aren't you alone within yourself?
Jun 19, 2015
Jun 19, 2015 at 2:05 AM UTC
To the girls who are secretly so broken
You WILL be alright
I know you have scars on your soul
Maybe your heart
Possibly your wrists
None of this is your fault
And even if you think it is
Let it go
Not that you can, that easily
But try
I know you are broken
I know you're not okay
Especially when people ask how you are and you answer "I'm fine"
When what you really mean is "I'm alive"
But what do you really care about your own survival anymore
Well I just want you to know
There is beauty in broken glass
And to me
There is immeasurable beauty
In broken girls
So don't you ever forget
You cannot be defined by pain
You're too beautiful for that
Stay strong, broken girl
Nothing is ever really broken
Mar 6, 2015
Mar 6, 2015 at 10:23 PM UTC
One bad thing after another,
Why try to change it?
Self-destruction begins to smother
The emotions inside.
Might do something I'll regret,
But what does it matter?
My life isn't over yet.
This series of misfortune
Will continue forever.
So I'll drink this whole bottle, but
Still happiness comes never.
So I'll pop all these pills, and maybe
Some lust might fulfill
What I'm missing inside.
All this at my own will
Because I don't want to know better.
Stone-cold heart in a locked cage,
I will never let anyone in.
Self-destruction is my hobby.
Self-pity is my sin.
Feb 11, 2015
Feb 11, 2015 at 6:27 PM UTC
People cheat,
people lie
To get ahead
or
just to get by.
They do it out of deemed necessity
or
have made it a successful habit.
Some would feel bad,
but
some wouldn't lose sleep over it.
Some lie to protect...
Some lie to infect...
With little remorse
or
full blown guilt.
Either way
risking
all they've built.
A lie is an accessory
that most tend to abuse.
A convenient mask
for the ugly truth
that most would misuse.
Lies are...
The bane of relationships
Destroyer of trust...
Conveyed by irresponsible lips.
So have I ever lied?
Have I ever desecrated
honesty's pride?
Have I ever wielded it
to save others from harm?
Have I ever employed it
to boost my charm?
No I haven't,
now that's a lie...
Spouted that so easily,
I didn't even need to try...
Honestly,
YES I HAVE.
**I am no exception...
I am no saint,
I'm only human**...
with an ill sense of direction.
I have lied...
How about you?
Search deep inside...
You know you have too...
Feb 11, 2015
Feb 11, 2015 at 4:28 PM UTC
I'm numb,
Nothing to say,
Nothing to do.
So I'll just lay
Here on my bed
All **** day.
Is this what you wanted,
To hurt me this way?
If so, I ask why?
Tell me, I pray.
I'm a joke to you, right?
Maybe a game to play.
Well, that's not how I work
So I'm walking away.
Feb 11, 2015
Feb 11, 2015 at 3:21 PM UTC