I look in the mirror
I’m to fat
I’m to skinny
I’m to ugly
I look in the mirror
Why am I like this
Why is hard to express who I want to be
Why can’t I be better
I look in the mirror
Stop being you
Fix yourself
I hate you
Reflection weeps
“Why can’t you love me for who I am”
Jun 27, 2019
Jun 27, 2019 at 12:17 AM UTC
They don’t understand
Sitting at the bottom of the well
Looking up at the light at the top
Tears streaming down
Darkness surrounding
Not knowing how to get out
Every wrong move
Every person I’ve hurt
thinking about how this world would be better without me
Weighing down on me
Holding me in the dark
Being alone but never actually being alone
Wishing it would all just stop
Wanting the pain to go away
Wanting the thoughts to stop
Just wanting it all to stop
They don’t understand
Jun 26, 2019
Jun 26, 2019 at 10:21 PM UTC
I’m sorry
I’m sorry I am the way I am
I’m sorry I can’t do better
I’m sorry I can’t fix my self
I’m sorry I can’t be what you want
I’m sorry I feel the way I feel
I’m sorry my problems seem like an annoyance
I’m not sorry for leaving
I’m not sorry for is walking away from some one who makes me feel sorry for who I am
I’m not sorry for finding someone who wants me not to be sorry but to be happy to be myself
The last thing I’m sorry for is that you couldn’t accept who I am
But that’s not my problem it’s yours.
Apr 6, 2019
Apr 6, 2019 at 2:27 PM UTC
Everyday I stab myself
Hatred is my weapon of choice
I hate crying
I hate saying bye
I hate people
I hate how people treat each other
I hate being by myself
I hate being myself
But most of all I hate others for making me this way
I hate the the way they took it all away
I hate how I’m unable to open up others
I hate the way I’m unable to love another
These knives others have placed with only room for the knives I put in myself
Saying it’s my own fault
I made my self this way no one else to blame
I hate all of this
Everyday it grows, and I’m unable to get away
Stalking me like I’m some weak prey
Because nothing will take these knives away
Mar 3, 2019
Mar 3, 2019 at 4:17 PM UTC
Why do I feel nothing
In the face of others
Tears
Anger
Resentment
Happiness
Love
Why do I feel nothing
Am I missing something others have
Am I just not normal
Am I broken
Is the heart god gave me been tampered with so much by others it stopped working?
Why do I feel nothing
Feb 28, 2019
Feb 28, 2019 at 1:29 AM UTC
I walk the ground
In a world of soaring angels
Wings so beautiful and bright
While my horns only grow with scorn and sorrow
Envious of the beautiful span of those in the sky
How do I rise from this barren plane
How do I reach the freedom of that blue field
How do I file down these horns and join them in bliss
Why am I chained to this wasteland
Why do I envy these creatures
Why am I not content with what I have
These are questions I ask my self every day
But till I find the answers
I walk the ground
In a world of soaring angels
Feb 26, 2019
Feb 26, 2019 at 8:10 PM UTC
You where a rose unlike any other
You invited me to grip you tight
You knew your thorns shined bright
Yet I gripped with all my might
Just to have my blood come to sight
“It’s love” I said
“Look at all the red”
Feb 25, 2019
Feb 25, 2019 at 3:50 PM UTC
I was never the angel that gave life to the forest in the beginning
I am the demon that tore the land apart so their was room for more life
There is no evil, there is just cycles of light and dark that need each other.
Your heart needed to be hurt for an angel to reveal its self to give life to it.
It was a necessity that shall never be given thanks.
I am not sorry for my actions, but if you hate me so be it
My job is done.
I will wander praying I will be the angel in someone else’s life.
Feb 25, 2019
Feb 25, 2019 at 3:44 PM UTC