I'm tired of the pain,
all the love I've given in vane.
I have my flaws, I've made my mistake.
but here I am with a heart that breaks.
I'm tired of the fire,
the ash in my heart is dire.
It's such a shame for my love to go to waste,
In a cage of thorns my heart is placed.
I'm tired of caring,
our love was daring.
I've forced a smile,
through all of this trial.
I'm tired of the tears,
I'll lock them away for years.
With a crooked crown here I sit,
upon my throne my broken heart will split.
Aug 4, 2019
Aug 4, 2019 at 2:39 AM UTC
Age 15 the beginning and the end
Age 19 and the scars still haven't mend
I was a fool with nothing to lose
Letting lust become my muse
It happened fast without protection
In his eyes lay no affection.
A month passes with no monthly time
The panic inside me starts to climb.
Lie to my mother to get a test
Sure enough there's a baby in the nest.
Inside my stomach lay a beating heart
Anxiety and depression begin to start.
Scared beyond belief and still at school
Feeling like I had just been a tool.
Could I handle being a single mother
Abortion? I had to pick one or the other.
Or maybe I didn't have to after all.
Spotting begins to start and I start to bawl.
To many emotions in too young a girl.
My body killed a life, guilt begins to swirl.
Age 15 the beginning and the end
Age 15 and made a life ascend.
Age 19 and the scars still haven't mend
Age 19 and still no way to amend.
May 11, 2019
May 11, 2019 at 7:52 PM UTC
The wind roars a mighty cry
and oh how badly they want to fly
The angels must hurry and flee
For the others do not see.
The beauty that stirs within
Deeper than the scarred skin
The light that shines so bright
That brings forward such might.
Below the eyes that show weakness
Is a fire that screams uniqueness.
But the people say there is only one love
If you don’t fit in you just need a shove.
Gay, Lesbian, and of course straight
All share the same hate
For the people who are in between
Just want to wash the slate clean.
They don’t want to chose
For they have things they don’t want to lose
Yet the world seems set to ****
The thought gives me a chill.
Why must we pull away
When the people have so much to say
The world is overcome by fear
So pull close the ones you call dear.
The wind may scream and cry
But the noise just seems to die
Oh angel don’t care about the color of your wing
Instead just take a breath and sing.
May 2, 2019
May 2, 2019 at 12:11 AM UTC
Blue like the waves crashing on the shore
Blue that sinks deep into your core
Blue that stretches along the sky
Blue like the tears hidden in her eye
Blue like the color that reminds me of you
Blue that makes my emotions brew
Blue which froze my broken heart
Blue that makes me form this art
Apr 4, 2019
Apr 4, 2019 at 6:38 PM UTC
The thoughts of death
often makes me hold my breath
Through broken sobs and irritation
19 and staying in a broken nation
No job no place
Life is a meaningless race
Is it worth it the end?
Thought by now I'd be dead.
Should I reach out for help
Or just be by myself
Sick and tired of the pain
My mentality is chained
A cut along my wrist
Another opportunity missed
Who would ever want to hire
Someone who's mentality is dire
Would it be worth it it the end
Will I ever heal and mend
Am I allowed to cry
It'd be so easy to die.
I break and fall
Nothing but a broken doll
Reaching into the empty air
is anyone there?
Apr 4, 2019
Apr 4, 2019 at 6:00 PM UTC