It breaks me to see how much you struggle to accept a compliment and believe,
because of how you have grown into being defined by what you lack.
So, if it takes me having to remind you that
I've never met anyone who had the drive and motivation to be themselves,
or anyone who would try their hardest to make other feel better,
and every day you struggle with yourself because you can't trust anyone.
And though you see the negatives in yourself,
you have to realize that they are the things that have made you independent and yourself.
They are what make you more wonderful then all the rest.
If I need to remind you of the positives every day,
then that is exactly what I intend to do,
because I don't like seeing you this way.
May 25, 2013
May 25, 2013 at 9:42 PM UTC
Have you ever felt alone
Or despondent
Or even just plain depressed?
If you have then Im sorry
Im sorry for what people have said or done
Im sorry for the actions that have broken you
Destroyed you.
Snapped you.
Fractured you.
Im sorry
Im sorry about your life.
I know you might be going through something bad.
I know your life may be imperfect
flawed.
unsound.
appalling.
Im sorry.
Im sorry about the people.
How they gossip and socially oppress you
What extent they go to, just to make you isolated,
forlorn.
doleful.
abandoned.
Im sorry.
And though I want to help you,
This is how life is.
And there is nothing that can be done.
May 20, 2013
May 20, 2013 at 3:34 PM UTC
and then there are those days
when one minute your smiling
enjoying the gleeful moments,
wishing the day could never end
and then the next minute
you become a gloomy stew of sadness and pain
crying out for someone to hear you,
someone to relate to.
you begin to break down,
piece by piece
you remember the flaws
the nightmares
the torment
and you want it all to end
you dont want to do it
but its the only thing you know to do
though no one knows your internal sadness
they soon wont be able to fix whats been done
their words
their actions
they all come together
as a deadly force
that can and will take my life
and they call this
society
May 18, 2013
May 18, 2013 at 10:27 PM UTC
Why are you trying
It's not as if
That if you dropped dead right now
People would cry for you
You know they wouldn't even notice
And if they did
What good would it be
For them to finally notice
That you were falling to pieces
Under their strain
What good would it be
For them to finally notice
That you are just as worthless
As they promised
May 15, 2013
May 15, 2013 at 7:15 PM UTC
her pure white skin
dyed with blood
and it had been
her first cut
she sat in the bathroom
music blasting through her earphones
her mind cluttered
she craved the security of death
yet she wanted to live
no one would know
she would mask the ache
keep a straight face
she knew her life was cut short
with that first stroke of the razor
that first cut
turned her into a down spiral
of gloom and terror
a mixed drink
of torment and limitations
but no one care
she just wanted one thing
she wanted to be free
and she got her wish
May 15, 2013
May 15, 2013 at 12:39 AM UTC
I want your face buried in my neck,
and I want to listen to your breathing.
I want you to wake up and tell me,
"I missed you."
So I can say,
"I missed you too."
And I can hold you tighter when you do.
I want to be simple with you,
and I want to be whatever you need me to be.
May 12, 2013
May 12, 2013 at 10:23 PM UTC