no amount of alcohol and cigarettes
could fill this deep hole inside me
that only your love could restore
the flowers in my brain
i can't bear with my emptiness anymore
i do all this things for people and i still
wake up feeling empty, feeling nothing
but a piece of hollowed glass
young and naive still, said by the people
but this deep cut inside my wrist reminds
me that i'm still alive and this feelings
could surpass
Dec 14, 2013
Dec 14, 2013 at 10:25 PM UTC
maybe being empty was
way better because i can't
contain and fill myself with
sadness and constant
dissapointment anymore
Dec 9, 2013
Dec 9, 2013 at 12:18 PM UTC
i'm sorry that i'm not like her
that the only thing i can do
better is to be a little less sad
that she was the sunflower
and i'm just a little dandelion
who wants your attention
that she was the moon
and i'm just a little star
who tries her best to sparkle
that she was made of gold
and i was made of little dusts
nothing but a burden
Dec 9, 2013
Dec 9, 2013 at 11:56 AM UTC
we don't even talk
we don't even see each other
i said to myself that i will forget you
someday, sooner
but memories are forever
and it keeps getting back on me
the things i don't want to remember
only made me less stronger
Dec 9, 2013
Dec 9, 2013 at 11:49 AM UTC
the way you make me illuminate
and make my pupils dilate
whenever when we go out
on a starry night with endless bliss
oh darling, let's go outside
make things worthwhile
instead of sleeping
let's go kicking bad habits
in the dark we could do things
lock my finger with yours
and cross your eyes with mine
let's be infinite and forget the world
Dec 4, 2013
Dec 4, 2013 at 10:25 AM UTC
every morning when she wake up
she goes to a school, living hell
full of demonic creatures in a 2x2 room
seeking angels, nobody could tell
the people in front caused her anxiety
secretly telling her she's not good enough
she was full of explosion and tears
behind her eyes, a person that is never tough
high grades, everyone's defiance and armor
tendrils of depression and agony appeared
inside her head, things that are glory and gore
tired lungs and tired body, wishing to end this
everybody wants to rule the world and escape
those demons raising us into something we're not
making us more fiendish, full of rebellion
some of us give up and some of us fought
Dec 4, 2013
Dec 4, 2013 at 9:52 AM UTC
she was more than a mother
from all the cigarettes she lit
made herself smother
hopelessly, brokenness aside
she became a violist
that she love playing sad songs
the strings were her wrist
crossing the blade through her skin
lastly she wanted the worlds beyond it
so she swam through her tears and blood
thought that they would never meet
across the street, love made her grow
Dec 3, 2013
Dec 3, 2013 at 11:39 AM UTC
the synaptic gaps of my lungs
caused heavy breathing that
i need his voice to caress my soul
and fill my emptiness
Dec 3, 2013
Dec 3, 2013 at 11:00 AM UTC
as my eyes reflect through your iris
i see naked parts of mine, drastic
thinking about the night when we
we're drunk and laughing but then
i realize
that i was slowly giving
inner thoughts of mine and
the naked truth about my past
Dec 3, 2013
Dec 3, 2013 at 10:54 AM UTC
your lips looked like a garden
full of flowers, wonderful
as i lock it with mine,
full of venom and lies
constructed by your
broken promises
tendrils of depression
and demons bloomed
watering them by my tears
hoping one day it will be better
Dec 2, 2013
Dec 2, 2013 at 10:03 AM UTC