My voice,
It cannot be silenced
I will write,
I will sing,
I will do anything to set me apart
From what I'm "Supposed to be"
Because normal is boring.
I don't want to be,
I refuse to be another face in the crowd,
I want to touch people with my actions,
With my words.
When I die
I don't want to be 6 feet under ground
With a face nobody will remember
And no difference made.
Jun 6, 2015
Jun 6, 2015 at 12:56 AM UTC
*You see,
I am an artist
I draw with silver
But it comes out red*
Jun 4, 2015
Jun 4, 2015 at 6:55 AM UTC
For starters, I love you.
And every time I look at you
I ask myself how I got so lucky
I know I’m not perfect
I know I’m not much
And every time we speak I speak my thoughts backwards
My tongue ties,
Twisting, turning, tangling itself into a knot,
I can no longer speak.
I feel the need to explain myself
I answer the questions I convince myself you’re sure to be asking,
But are too nice to plainly ask
Like, “What’s wrong with you?”
I’m hyper focused on every flaw,
I put myself under a microscope.
Even now
I’m wondering if my tone of voice is acceptable
Maybe I should try speaking with more passion
Or less?
I’m hyper focused on my hair, is it okay?
My clothes, are they okay?
My personality, is it enough to keep you near when the days pass and my looks fade?
Or when I’m in the worst condition, will you stay?
Because truth be told I love you
And you speak you love me too,
But I can’t see how anyone could love me when I don’t love myself
How anyone could find perfection in such an imperfect being
Find beauty in someone like me
I question my self-worth.
But you already knew that,
And that’s one of the problems,
I don’t think I could ever leave someone who knows me so well
But maybe one day you’ll wake up and realize who I really am
That’s why I was so hesitant to get close to you
Because your re-assurance seems all to genuine
And I’m not ready to let go of my insecurities, don’t you see?
My sadness, it’s a part of me
It defines me
It defies me
It holds me back
But when all I’ve known is darkness and hurt
And you come in with the idea that it’ll get better
I never even imagined that concept.
And to be honest, It’s hard to believe someone like you can even dream of someone like me
And I’m sorry that I’m only me,
You deserve more
But all I have is my love
I hope it’s enough.
Jun 1, 2015
Jun 1, 2015 at 11:55 AM UTC
Mirror, Mirror, on my wall,
I just want to be thin, pretty and tall.
Mirror, Mirror, if I change my hair,
Maybe someone will start to care?
Mirror, Mirror, if I starve myself,
At least I’ll be beautiful, forget my health.
Mirror, Mirror, if I cut my wrist,
Will I feel like I exist?
Mirror, Mirror, don’t you see?
What you show, is ruining me.
May 25, 2015
May 25, 2015 at 11:26 PM UTC
When love turns hate
It's always sad
To somebody I would once die for
I now don't even speak to
So you wonder why I'm scared,
When you say you won't leave me-
Because everyone who said they wouldn't
Did.
May 25, 2015
May 25, 2015 at 9:46 AM UTC
**I'm
Not
Afraid
Of
Falling
In
Love
I'm
Afraid
Of
Not
Being
Caught**
May 25, 2015
May 25, 2015 at 9:46 AM UTC
Fake smile,
Dried eyes,
Scratched wrists,
Bruised thighs,
White pills,
Rope tied,
Gun loaded,
Suicide.
May 25, 2015
May 25, 2015 at 9:46 AM UTC
Do me a favor
Save me some time
Write down those lies
At least I can shine a light on it to determine whether it's see through
May 18, 2015
May 18, 2015 at 12:08 AM UTC