day 2
I often watch the world tick by
as I scream from within my mind.
Buried underneath the weight of the world
is the shell of who I once was
Mar 10, 2019
Mar 10, 2019 at 8:56 PM UTC
every human grows up searching for one thing:
happiness
but not just that
no.
contentment.
that is what we all want in the world.
just to feel like the world makes sense,
for once.
Mar 10, 2019
Mar 10, 2019 at 8:43 PM UTC
i don't know what i'm doing, honestly.
i struggle, truthfully.
i try my hardest, to be completely honest.
and i don't get anywhere.
that being said, trying doesn't equal nothing.
it equals hope.
and maybe something good in the future.
for now, i have to keep trying.
keep pushing.
keep living each day
until one day, finally,
i'm happy.
Mar 27, 2018
Mar 27, 2018 at 12:45 AM UTC
day 1
i wish i could think
of anything
that isnt aimed at myself
Sep 10, 2015
Sep 10, 2015 at 7:21 PM UTC
i need a place that is warm
that is comforting
with a lover of my own
with waiting arms
i need a place with family
or the comforting ticking clock
i need a home
for my own
damaged and rough soul
May 25, 2015
May 25, 2015 at 8:26 PM UTC
i want to fly through the air
and swing from vines
or touch the sky
but i am simply stuck
on this tiny earth
hoping for something
extraordinary
May 21, 2015
May 21, 2015 at 7:38 PM UTC
i felt fragments of you on my sheets that night
from when you broke apart and spilled your life
like a book with its pages torn
but what you don't realize is
that a torn book is still a book worth reading
May 21, 2015
May 21, 2015 at 5:19 PM UTC
can i trust myself with my thoughts and concerns
like trusting a baby with a young puppy alone
but when i sit in silence and you cross my mind
i destroy myself with harsh thoughts and words
like a war with myself featuring bullets and cannons
and i may seem happy but when i am alone
i think of nothing but destruction around
Apr 23, 2015
Apr 23, 2015 at 9:31 PM UTC
i stick to the walls and people around me
like they are covered in glue and i am a fly
i spin out of control, hoping to grasp on to something real
and maybe one day i'll be washed of my sins
and be with my thoughts and stick to myself
Apr 22, 2015
Apr 22, 2015 at 10:40 PM UTC
in seventh grade you gave me a bracelet
you said it represented everything we were
and I turned it over in my hand
treating it like the most beautiful gold
but when we grew older and innocence lost
we realized how silly that little bracelet was
but when you were dying and I stood by your side
you murmured a few words and bestowed upon
me those bracelets from
the seventh grade
Apr 9, 2015
Apr 9, 2015 at 10:52 PM UTC