Crying,
wishing there was someone, anyone to talk to.
Weeping,
wondering how she will get through the days.
Sobbing,
alone at night
getting lost inside her own mind.
Thoughts of razor blades and bleeding skin
penetrating her every thought.
Wondering,
what would people really do if they knew her thoughts
Would they think her crazy?
Would they know this wasn't really an act?
Haunted by the ghost
She sees every night.
How could she say
"I see him still"
When she told them she was over him
but really--
She still loved him.
Feb 18, 2015
Feb 18, 2015 at 10:29 PM UTC
alone
sitting in her bedroom crying.
alone
screaming, till her voice is gone.
alone
tired of feeling unloved and unwanted.
alone
wishing there was someone, anyone.
alone
trying to keep it hidden behind a smile
not telling anyone
never slipping from her perfect mold.
Nov 8, 2014
Nov 8, 2014 at 9:08 PM UTC
I want to be like the sunset,
calm and gentle.
I want to be like the sunset,
constant and beautiful.
I want to be like the sunset,
bold and confident.
In colors and hues
different to every eye.
Oct 22, 2014
Oct 22, 2014 at 10:54 PM UTC