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
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
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
Don't wake me up
I just want you to kiss me in my dreams
Forever
Feb 10, 2015
Feb 10, 2015 at 7:29 AM UTC
Love;
It sneaks up on you
Like a fearless lion,
Approaching its prey.
It's feirce and strong
And overwhelming.
You never see it coming,
But once it pounces,
There's no getting out.
You might fight
For your life, but
There is no use.
Before you know it,
Love is ripping
Your heart out,
Eating you alive.
Love is a preditor,
And you are it's prey.
Feb 10, 2015
Feb 10, 2015 at 12:57 AM UTC
The urge to kiss you is like an inflating balloon
That is about to burst.
I'm staring into your eyes searching for a sign
That you want me too.
The tension between us is a rubber band
About to snap.
You lean in towards me and I cannot breath.
Kiss me now
Or I'll change my mind and turn away.
I'm scared
To feel what you and I could be.
Feb 8, 2015
Feb 8, 2015 at 10:03 PM UTC