humans are like fruits
they start off small and get larger
while they are young they are not ready to be removed from their trees such as us from our homes, we have a protection of innocence and youth that shields us from the world, it covers the truth and evil inner thoughts developing, as we grow these things surface such as the bruises of the fruit, these are the damaged fruits that no one desires, the ones that get tossed aside without a thought, people only want the perfect fruits, the perfect people, but us, the ones with bruises dont get chosen, we rot away with the damaged fruit and get engulfed in the stage of life called death
Feb 18, 2014
Feb 18, 2014 at 10:49 PM UTC
im slowly fading away
the days are more bleak
people are less important
love doesnt exists
this is a lonely sickening feeling
watching myself drift from reality
the world that i once loved slowly
slipping off my fingertips
soon ill be gone and forgotten
forever
Jan 21, 2014
Jan 21, 2014 at 5:30 PM UTC
i watched you at the edge of reality
drifting in and out
happiness was nonexistent
you didnt deserve this,
the days were long and dreary
nights filled with chaos
life shouldnt be lived like this,
you went away to learn
what life was,
to learn to live a life
that was full and happy to live
i can see you on the horizon,
coming back to reality
Jan 21, 2014
Jan 21, 2014 at 5:01 PM UTC
no lights
no sounds
a blank thought
a get away
a way out
no where
but everywhere
no hatred
no love
no fighting
no fun
the only place
where i can be happy
the only place
i can be alone
this gruesome place
this perfect place
my escape
death
Dec 14, 2013
Dec 14, 2013 at 12:16 PM UTC
i thought you were unique
i wasnt wrong
i thought you were perfect
you might have been
im far from perfect
it doesnt fit
i need the piece that is missing
the imperfect perfection that completes me
i didnt think you existed
i was wrong
on the other side of the phone
is the most imperfect perfection i will ever meet
Dec 14, 2013
Dec 14, 2013 at 12:13 PM UTC