He tells me how much he hates himself.
"Why do you like me? Have you looked at me?"
"I am so ugly"
"My acne is getting so bad"
My darling,
it's like we see things in completely different lights,
because I love every little thing about you.
Always have,
always will.
Nov 15, 2017
Nov 15, 2017 at 8:54 PM UTC
I love you,
but God am I scared.
Scared of being hurt.
Scared of being replaced,
lied to,
played with,
back-stabbed,
ripped to shreds.
It's not you, my dear,
it's most certainly me.
I love you,
by my God am I damaged.
Nov 15, 2017
Nov 15, 2017 at 8:36 PM UTC
I went to reach for your sweatshirt today,
but I realized it wasn't there anymore.
Then I realized,
it wasn't the sweatshirt I wanted.
it was the person that wore it.
Jul 13, 2017
Jul 13, 2017 at 1:17 AM UTC
I want to always see the positive side of situations.
I want to make people happy.
I want to be the one someone always wants to turn to.
I want to make a difference in someone's life.
I want to live this life like it's my last.
I want to look back on all these memories.
I want to be remembered when I'm gone.
Jul 13, 2017
Jul 13, 2017 at 1:13 AM UTC
My mind feels like an electron.
Always negative.
You rely on protons to balance you out.
But what happens when you take the protons for granted,
and they decide to say
"You're not worth my energy anymore" ?
Then what?
Without the proton. the electron starts to question its worth.
And suddenly, its world begins to crash down on him.
Jul 13, 2017
Jul 13, 2017 at 1:07 AM UTC
My life is a never-ending active circle,
waking up at the same time,
eating the same cereal,
wearing the same clothes,
leaving the house at the same time,
going to work at the same time.
Of course my life is easy,
simple,
but is it exciting?
Spontaneous?
Is my life something that I could look back on and be proud?
It's time to make a change.
It's time to see what I was put on this earth for.
Drive into the open night.
Smell the fresh scent of nature.
Jump into the ocean.
Live.
May 17, 2017
May 17, 2017 at 10:08 AM UTC
You left me broken.
You knew you left me broken.
I hated you for it.
Months and months I curled myself up in a ball.
Broken.
Never believing anyone would ever love me again.
But the months and months passed.
And my broken pieces started to find their way back to each other.
And when the pieces finally healed,
I started to love myself,
more,
and more,
and more.
So I wanted to thank you,
because even though you didn’t end up loving me,
i began to love myself.
May 5, 2017
May 5, 2017 at 9:03 AM UTC
Does anyone care?
Does anyone care how hard it is,
to walk around,
faking a smile every day of my life?
Does anyone care,
that when one person gets hurt,
we are all frightened at the fact that it could be us?
Does anyone care how bad it hurts,
when people make jokes about mental disorders?
Life threatening situations?
Depression?
Anxiety?
******* suicide?
Well it hurts like hell,
and does anyone care?
May 2, 2017
May 2, 2017 at 4:07 PM UTC
It's really not that I miss you.
Not at all actually.
It's just hard realizing
four months ago, I thought you were the only one.
And then
in a blink of an eye.
Everything I put all my energy and soul in,
what I put my heart out on my sleeve for,
gone.
May 1, 2017
May 1, 2017 at 6:30 PM UTC
I would always be fascinated into looking into your beautiful brown eyes.
Bright when you were happy,
Deep dark when you were sad.
They remind me of my childhood,
how I would watch my mood ring change.
It’s funny,
because when I used to look into those brown eyes,
it’s like my mood ring would change to such a warm color.
But now,
when I look into your evil eyes,
my mood ring turns to the bluest blue.
Just like my heart.
Apr 25, 2017
Apr 25, 2017 at 8:34 AM UTC