I still feel the same
I am lonely
I feel empty
Im thinking about all my flaws,
About everything I didn't do
Maybe that's why I don't deserve to be happy, I don't deserve to be loved,
I don't deserve to have someone exerting an effort for,
Maybe I am just a waste of space,
Of time,
Of help,
Of feelings.
I've been putting the blame on everyone else around me
Maybe I never accepted that I am the problem
I am the toxic one
I am the anchor that is dragging everyone down with me
I am the one who has to go away
I am the
May 7, 2019
May 7, 2019 at 7:59 AM UTC
Doing things that make us feel alive
When the season of new adventures arrives
Both from different seasons
Bonded by the sun for reasons
Alone sometimes,
Together most times,
Just making it through some other seasons
But we always have coffee in whichever season
We may not find each other on Spring, Autumn and Winter
But remember, we'll always have Summer.
Feb 8, 2018
Feb 8, 2018 at 10:08 AM UTC
Am I just too sensitive?
Am I just making everything my problem?
Am I just too weak?
But maybe it is really just too much?
Either way I have to keep waking up every morning.
Force myself to look okay.
Force myself to feel okay.
Wanting to learn despite everything that has happened,
Despite everything on my mind.
So, maybe I am strong.
Maybe I am a survivor.
Maybe I can keep going.
Oct 16, 2017
Oct 16, 2017 at 12:24 PM UTC
I tried everything so they could see me
I silenced myself so they could hear me
Don’t want to beg for help
Now I’m trying to help myself
Trapped in a balloon of random ****
Not one ever tried to pop me out of it
Not even myself
So, I let myself fly so far away
Until I saw my sun
Melting everything away
Oct 16, 2017
Oct 16, 2017 at 12:22 PM UTC
Soft wind was blowing through the dark night
Making everyone fall into a slumber
The ocean, calm as if it was also sleeping
Then a rush came in the midst of the calm sea
Longing to find the lighthouse
Creating a wave that no one felt or heard
And so the rush begins to calm
Never reaching the lighthouse
Not even close to its reflection
Oct 16, 2017
Oct 16, 2017 at 12:07 PM UTC
How could an angel be on Earth?
Maybe he is God's gift to some people of the Earth
The first time I laid my eyes on him,
I immediately fell head over heels for him.
The sound of his voice is like the waves of the ocean
Every time he sings you'll feel his emotions
Every Time I see him playing those keys,
It always weakens both of my knees.
He's like an angel in human form
That gives sunshine instead of a storm
Every time I'll look at his serious face,
Thats the time when my heart beat raise.
I never plan to fall this hard,
Not meeting him is more than hard.
I always dream of that someday
He'll be my angel sent from the Milky Way.
Every night before I go to sleep,
I ask God if I could have the angel in my sleep.
Aug 27, 2015
Aug 27, 2015 at 4:47 AM UTC