how many ways can i say that i miss you
without sounding like a broken record?
to have your soul but not your hands,
your heart but not your body?
i'd cross eight seas to see your face
but the waters are rough and the skies are dark
my heart is breaking
my voice is cracking
i miss you
please come home
Jan 20, 2016
Jan 20, 2016 at 11:55 PM UTC
at least I could write
when I was feeling depressed
but I'm empty now
Feb 28, 2015
Feb 28, 2015 at 12:45 AM UTC
it seems my strongest poems came when i was at my weakest
the overflowing words in my mind used to spill onto paper like an avalanche
my thoughts were cold and my eyes would sting when i cried,
praying for the day that snow melted
because even if the poems ****** the skies had cleared;
i was no longer trapped under the crushing weight of sadness
today's a great day to watch the flurries
Dec 3, 2014
Dec 3, 2014 at 2:38 AM UTC
for my 10th birthday
you bought me a gold necklace
and that was the end
yours was the hardest
maybe cause we had no end
we just kind of stopped
you were like a dream
you were so perfect to me
but she was to you
you never liked me
we dated for thirty days
i was just a game
you were my first kiss
and i thought that we'd be great
you picked her instead
thinking about you
and the things you did to me
makes my stomach churn
you are my best friend
you play for the other team
please just love me back
Dec 1, 2014
Dec 1, 2014 at 1:03 AM UTC
Depression means
Endless nights of emotional
Pain,
Rainstorms of
Escalating
Sadness that cannot be
Stitched shut because this
Injury is an
Open wound no
Needle can fix
Mar 24, 2014
Mar 24, 2014 at 10:35 PM UTC
when i was little, i dreamt of being a princess
because taking charge is what i do best
and why not do it in a long pink dress?
i may not be royalty but i am royally *******
by being an overemotional teenager who ...
listens a bit too much to what society says
and not enough to what she has to say
about herself
i feel like that needle in a haystack
when it comes to the future.
i’m still asking if i can use the bathroom
when i’m expected to have my whole life planned out
by the time the leaves start to change
and i have to surgically remove my arm to sell on the streets so four years from now i’m not living on one ... with nothing but a fancy degree held above my head when it rains the cold realization that i am $100,000 in debt
and have no idea what i’m doing
so what am i supposed to do
when i still find myself comparing who i am now,
to who i could have become
without the challenges of 2012
still hanging on my shoulders
when i lay in bed at night,
thinking about how different i would be
if life hadn’t thrown me a curveball
that knocked me off home plate and out of my comfort zone,
out of the dreams of an ivy league school or graduating with high honors -
when i’m just lucky to be graduating on time.
while my peers are getting acceptance letters,
i’m getting the reminder that the battle has just begun,
the war of me against myself in accepting the past as it is,
regretting my mental disorder will not make it go away no matter how hard i fight.
i know that forgiveness equals growth,
a never-ending road of
constantly changing
twisting and winding
paths that never seem to have any clues
as to which one is the right one.
i’ve blindly picked a path, a quest if you will.
i am on a quest to be the best
no no, let me rephrase, MY best
because my best is all i can give and someday,
those that told me otherwise
will be eating those sugar coated words
when i have finally accepted MY best is true success.
so when i was little, i did dream of becoming a princess
but today, i’m dreaming of being a better me than yesterday
Jan 16, 2014
Jan 16, 2014 at 7:36 PM UTC
sometimes i wonder
what being in love feels like
then i look at you
Dec 10, 2013
Dec 10, 2013 at 10:03 PM UTC
Meeting you wasn't luck.
Meeting you was fate,
telling me that I had just found
my guardian angel-
in the form of 500 characters or less
on a social networking website
641 days ago.
Not like I’m counting,
but 15,384 hours ago,
my life changed when you entered
as I had been wishing to leave.
3,140 miles away from me
is your bed,
that has the privilege
of seeing your smiles when you wake;
holding you when you’re sad
because when I extend my arms I embrace only air,
forgetting that you’re 7,287,940 footsteps away.
Because when my stars start to wake
your sun is still vibrant.
180 minutes doesn’t seem like much
until the red numbers on my clock are flashing 2 AM
while you’re still in yesterday’s company.
Sleepovers on 3 and a half inch screens
will suffice for now,
until the day comes
that I knock on your door
with an empty wallet
but an overly full heart.
16,579,200 feet isn’t so far away
When your heart is here with mine
Unable to compare to these hearts that beat
out of habit, not love.
The friendship we have is simply not measured
by the distance between our hands,
but the trust we delicately placed in them-
which we’re reminded of when we both look up to the moon,
as if it’s telling us 3,140 miles means nothing
And if someday I find myself sitting on a plane
10 hours and 29 minutes from meeting you,
my guardian angel,
the 55,382,400 seconds and counting
that you have been with me will seem like nothing
when I touch down in your arms.
Oct 17, 2013
Oct 17, 2013 at 1:57 PM UTC
i'm really good at running,
just not down the street.
but away from my fears,
i'm afraid of defeat.
i knew you'd catch up,
i didn't know when.
but depression why must you
come visit again?
i've fought for so long,
it's really not new.
but this time i just
don't know what to do.
i've run out of ways,
to fight you once more.
you're way too persistent;
i'm tired of war.
why'd you pick me?
i'd just like to know.
and please tell me why
you will not let go?
i had some ambitions;
some really big dreams.
did you want me to fail?
cause that's how it seems.
depression, please listen.
i have one final plea:
i want to be happy
so please let me be.
Apr 29, 2013
Apr 29, 2013 at 7:10 PM UTC
what are you
supposed to do
when everything
you know
is replaced
with everything
you don't
Apr 26, 2013
Apr 26, 2013 at 11:50 PM UTC