Some days are
a little better,
a little brighter
than the one before,
some
a little worse,
a little darker,
a little sadder.
And that makes
the world
of
difference.
Oct 11, 2017
Oct 11, 2017 at 1:52 AM UTC
Words,
they cut deeper
than steel,
make you bleed more
than a bullet,
etch themselves
into your skin,
ring in your ears
and ache,
and ache,
and ache
and ****
Jul 31, 2017
Jul 31, 2017 at 12:38 AM UTC
It is too soon,
too early
and
we are too young
too wild
and
too innocent
to be
this broken.
Jul 27, 2017
Jul 27, 2017 at 2:30 PM UTC
"How do you do it?
How do you
smile
and laugh
with everyone
and not hate anyone?"
I smiled
and laughed
and said
"I am filled with
rage
but I have known
pain.
That is enough."
Jul 5, 2017
Jul 5, 2017 at 2:05 PM UTC
I don’t know where to begin,
where to start,
or where to end
and where to stop.
I don’t know how to tell you what’s on my mind.
There are so many words missing, words I can’t find.
Because my mind is a warzone, it is a battlefield.
And my shield is broken and my weapons are blunt.
There’s nothing and no one to protect me in a war against myself.
I scream and I scream, and my skin, my voice bleed and I hope I wake up and it’ll all just be a dream. But it’s not, it seems.
I feel shunned though I have been told I’m loved, and that those ***** around me, who surround me love me.
But I find it hard to believe it now.
Time flies so fast for me
or does it stand still, I don’t know.
Minutes to hours, hours to days.
And it’s getting difficult for me to see
beyond the fog that clouds my thoughts, my eyes.
So I put on a mask
And do the impossible task
Of waking up every day
as I struggle to put on the play.
But the problem never goes away.
I slowly start shutting myself out from people,
stop going to places that are crowded
all the while enjoying being shrouded in the dark of my room.
I feel doomed.
I don’t like to cook,
I don’t feel like reading a book.
All satisfaction is gone and
I don’t know what’s wrong.
I don’t enjoy the things I used to.
There’s no purpose for me,
I feel.
No motivation.
Everything is just white noise.
Everything is static.
So I stand here now,
tired and weary,
at a path
so dark and dreary
leading to different directions,
all the while thinking
I don’t want to exist anymore.
Apr 7, 2017
Apr 7, 2017 at 11:06 AM UTC
How do I tell her
that I
lose sleep,
stay up all night,
thinking,
wondering,
pondering,
finding the right words
to say
"Please, don't be mad.
I'm a little sad.
Things are bad.
I want to die."
Feb 19, 2017
Feb 19, 2017 at 3:52 PM UTC
Why don’t you see
that
it was never meant to be?
Why don’t you understand
that
he’ll never see
you on your knees,
he’ll never hear
your silent pleas.
Feb 16, 2017
Feb 16, 2017 at 2:21 PM UTC
Hark, O beloved,
for the way
the river flows,
singing a mystical song,
rustling the reeds along,
and the way
the wind caresses
the earth,
stirring the leaves
in an eternal bliss,
and the way
the sun
chases the moon,
that is the way,
O beloved,
that my heart
beats for you,
feels for you
and
lives for you.
Feb 4, 2017
Feb 4, 2017 at 7:57 AM UTC
Somewhere,
between
fixing broken hearts,
chasing farfetched dreams,
playing different parts
and
burdened by
unshed tears,
I lost
the best years
of my life.
Jan 27, 2017
Jan 27, 2017 at 11:23 PM UTC
The littlest actions,
the smallest words,
and
the shortest sentences
make
the largest differences.
Jan 19, 2017
Jan 19, 2017 at 2:56 AM UTC