"I should have done something, I should have known. It's all my fault she's gone."
Suicide is not someone's fault, it is someone's choice.
May 12, 2015
May 12, 2015 at 12:55 PM UTC
I tried to draw you today
But nothing from my pen
Would come out
To not only see you
In my dreams
But also on paper
If only on paper
I tried to draw you today
But I guess even my pen knows
It is better to leave you in my imagination
Sep 20, 2014
Sep 20, 2014 at 1:11 PM UTC
i just wanted to be a vine
growing up between your
lungs so that when you
breathed you would feel
me there. not like a
tightness, no, but simply
brushing on the very
edges of your laugh or
rough sentences.
Sep 4, 2014
Sep 4, 2014 at 4:05 AM UTC
I have been his target practice
For quite some time now
He has shot his love arrow
At me thrice to this day
He has witnessed me get lost
In the eyes of another
Seen the hidden gestures of love
Under tables, in abandoned places
He has smiled and smirked at me
Gush and blush over the wonderful beings
He aimed at just for me
And then he would do it
When he sees I have finally
Reached the point of no return
When my heart has invested more than I can offer
He does it
He pulls the arrow right out of the back of my partner
And somehow always forget to remove mine
So here I am
Still stuck with three arrows
Three arrows
I cannot take away
Sep 4, 2014
Sep 4, 2014 at 3:48 AM UTC
I want you more than
You want me
I worry about you more than
You worry about me
They say love should not
Have comparisons
But what if I am more afraid
Of losing you than you are of me
Sep 4, 2014
Sep 4, 2014 at 3:43 AM UTC
She used to be happy, emitting joy,
She used to be friends with everybody,
She was the flame that the moths would fly to
She was the spark that changed it all.
But the flame has long died out,
The joy has vanished.
The words that were spoken cut her like a knife,
It took away her innocence, joy and almost her life.
She’s falling, falling oh so deep
Into darkness that you put in her world,
A world that she didn’t know existed
Until that day.
Oh darling, she’s gone now. Don’t you dare weep,
She’s here isn’t she…just in a deep deep sleep.
Aug 28, 2014
Aug 28, 2014 at 1:30 AM UTC
We drew up blueprints of our future
Knowing we would see it pan out together
I guess now we have figured out the difference
Between knowing and hoping
Aug 27, 2014
Aug 27, 2014 at 7:23 AM UTC
Many have treated me like
I am one of the ideal girls
People pertain to in comments such as
"I feel invisible when she is around" or
"The girl who has it all — from boys to body"
Society constantly presents those different from
Me to be the image of insecurity
Those very much bigger than me
Those whose arms sag more than mine
Those whose faces are not structured like mine
And at this point
Many, if not everyone
Would think I am being
Heartless & cruel
Describing these women
Who are different from me
As if it is only their right
To feel insecure
As if it is my responsibility
To feel good about myself
To look at the mirror
And see a flat stomach
A nice 27-inch waistline
And feel content
As if I have no right
To complain
To complain about all bones
No *****
No right to complain about eating so much
For the sake of at least looking healthy
They make my figure look like the ideal
I do not want to be the ideal
I should not be the ideal.
Aug 27, 2014
Aug 27, 2014 at 5:20 AM UTC
If the hands of time could stop
I would tell them to
For in a few years
Our lives will no longer be the same
If the hands of time could stop
I would tell them to
For you will be off to follow your dreams
And I to follow mine
No longer will you annoy me
With your laugh and bother
Me with your beautiful concern
No more sighs at my corny jokes
Or death stares at my weight comments
If the hands of time could stop
I would tell them to
For I will not always see one of
The most wonderful people on the planet
If I could
I would
But I cannot
Time will let me witness you blossom
During the Springtime of your life
I will watch you turn your dreams
Into an unbelievable reality
I will see you love
I will see you learn
I will see you grow
It is now that I realize I am grateful
That the hands of time cannot stop
Aug 26, 2014
Aug 26, 2014 at 11:31 AM UTC