My fingers look at the letters on the keyboard and I’m barely able to form words.
I want to write of my pain but I can’t seem to explain.
My hero is gone and I need saving.
I feel so alone and everything keeps changing.
This pressure in my chest is getting too hot.
I hate that I can’t go to where you are.
If I were to take it upon myself I’d only rot.
So I have to let it burn, and burn, and burn.
While I constantly think when will it be my turn?
You don’t want me to think like this and I know it.
But I’ve stopped trying to be heroic.
This pressure in my chest is getting too hot.
But you won’t give me the option to stop.
Because it’s not just me anymore.
Oct 31, 2020
Oct 31, 2020 at 2:06 AM UTC
The everlasting agony of heartbreak is what is killing me.
I’m not being dramatic when I say my heart breaks.
The more I learn to love.. to accept love.. the more terrified I am.
So scared that sometimes I think if I have nothing then I can’t lose anything.
Because it’s the everlasting agony of heartbreak that is killing me.
Sep 14, 2020
Sep 14, 2020 at 8:54 PM UTC
They say that I’m
Too much to
Handle
Yet they never seem
To handle me with
Care
They say that I’m
Unable to
Trust
Yet they break it the
Moment I’m not
There
They say that I’m
Far too
Insecure
Yet they won’t
Help me
Heal
They say I’m
Cold and
Uncaring
Yet they ignore
What I
Feel
They say that I‘m
unable to
Listen
Yet they are the
Ones who can’t
Hear
They say I’m
Afraid of
Love
Yet there is
so much to
Fear...
May 1, 2020
May 1, 2020 at 1:49 AM UTC
only you could get through my walls, you would think they were never there. The way you easily and gently slid in. I thought I have loved but never like this. You are my missing half. My night in shining armor. I see hope when I look into your eyes. I have butterflies in my stomach. You give me all the feelings in my heart.
Mar 17, 2020
Mar 17, 2020 at 2:13 AM UTC
Loud pounding in my head.
As I lay lifeless in my bed.
with the thoughts of what was said.
How can love grow
if hate is constantly fed?
Nov 23, 2019
Nov 23, 2019 at 1:28 AM UTC
If you could read my mind,
You’d see a thousand papers
Filled with broken poetries
And deadbeat proses
Full of woeful verses
With mournful pieces
Of unfinished stories
That are yet to be written
And failed to be spoken;
If you could read my mind,
You’d hear horrible screams
And earsplitting weeps
From shattered dreams,
Kept in a nasty notepad,
Scribbled on a bed
Of bloodstained words,
Ringing in my head.
If you could read my mind,
You’d see the shadows
That lurk within me;
You’d hear the bellows,
Screeching the words
“I’m tired,”
“I’m a failure,”
“I’m stupid –”
I know it sounds stupid,
It’s pathetically foolish
And seems like *******
If you could read my mind,
You’d feel the tears
I had ever failed to cry;
You’d see the people
That make the weak weaker;
You’d see the monsters
That consume my head;
You’d hear the hollers
That failed to be freed;
You’d see the heart
That still bleeds and bleeds.
If you could read my mind,
You’d see the face
I’ve failed to show back then,
The face I’ve faked back then.
If you could read my mind,
You’d see a character
I had ever failed to become
If you could read my mind,
You’d be able to read
A book you never wished
To touch and read,
But sometimes I still wish
Someone could read my mind.
May 8, 2019
May 8, 2019 at 10:06 PM UTC
I just want to talk.
No fighting, no phones, no half *** attention.
I just want to feel some kind of connection through our souls.
I just want to talk, but you don’t let me.
You don’t want to.
It’ll happen again.
I will leave your life
And you will say
“Why didn’t you just talk to me?”
May 8, 2019
May 8, 2019 at 10:00 PM UTC
I don’t know who I am.
I don’t feel like myself.
Where did she go?
The old me?
Why was she hurt so much when she just tried to love?
When did these walls go up?
When did she go so numb?
When did she DIE?????
Apr 7, 2019
Apr 7, 2019 at 8:35 PM UTC
I changed into a little set of lingerie when I got home, a blush pink mini dress, and I shook a little extra while doing the dishes. Our very first Valentine’s living together. We didn’t go out on a fancy dinner but we stayed home and cooked. I have daydreamed about every holiday to live with you, but this one is more special than I ever thought.
You didn’t give me any flowers, but you bought me my favorite snacks and you made us some yummy salsa while I prepared the food. We were high on love, and a little something extra. It was fun, it felt like home. These are the moments that are better than my daydreams.
I never get tired of falling in love with you. My Valentine.
Feb 14, 2019
Feb 14, 2019 at 9:49 PM UTC
My mind thinks
“He doesn’t want you here”
I say
“I’m gonna leave”
“Okay”
Mind
“You SEE I was RIGHT”
Why do I do that? Why can my mind not let me be okay, let me be happy? Why mind do you always try to make me sad? What did I ever do to you? To make you attack me every day? WHY DO I DO THIS!
Jul 26, 2018
Jul 26, 2018 at 8:59 PM UTC