I often find myself wishing the best for everyone except myself
Feb 15, 2016
Feb 15, 2016 at 3:03 PM UTC
When my heart is heavy, when my mind is buzzing
painting my heart in a picture, hard-pressed graphite
cures my soul
When my heart is shattered, sinking, when my mind is trapped
when my hands and paper are no longer any cure
a masterpiece of crimson and alabaster is created
Feb 15, 2016
Feb 15, 2016 at 3:01 PM UTC
Morphine, gasoline
Make my head feel just the same
Scratching nails, quarantine
*Still doesn't **** what's in my brain*
Arsenic, benzene
Still no sign of life
My heart is made of static wires
Please steal it with a knife
Dec 21, 2015
Dec 21, 2015 at 1:58 AM UTC
I want you to be in my head, I want you to be in my heart. I want our souls to be one so that we will never be apart. I want to feel your spirit each time I am alone. I want you to join me and make a house a home. I want to finish your sentences. I want for you and I to just be. I want you inside of me, for you are the better part of me.
Dec 10, 2015
Dec 10, 2015 at 6:44 AM UTC
Raindrops kiss my skin
As the sky softly weeps
Winds exhale a deep sigh
Earth's breath engulfs me
I soar to great heights again
Seeing all that lies below
The taste of tomorrow's rain
Quenches the thirst of my soul
My wings singe the sky
I'm consumed by the sun
Still caught in the clouds
While the storm rages on
Emotional hues color the horizon
Brushing along the shadows
Life is a beautiful hurricane
Love is a rainbow
Dec 10, 2015
Dec 10, 2015 at 6:44 AM UTC
Cheer up, he said.
Give yourself a shake, she said.
Take the pills, he said.
Talk to someone, she said.
Stop asking for attention, they said.
Stop putting your drama on Social media, they said.
Stop trying to tell people, they said.
Nobody cares, they said.
Everyone’s depressed, they said.
Everyone’s suffering, they said.
Hide your illness, I heard.
Hide your shame, I heard.
;
Dec 10, 2015
Dec 10, 2015 at 6:44 AM UTC
They're the one that everyone sees as the light,
the one who clears out the darkness
their gentle hands masterfully working
between the twisted gears and wires
But so much time does the mechanic spend
polishing gears and rekindling hope
that those blind eyes pass over, glazed with the false belief
that the mechanic's own fire is still burning strong
Each clock they fix, each machine they clean, enigmas within the mind
they give their own light and their flames die slowly
no longer holding hope for themselves
Still, they gather the pieces around them, shattered, broken, bent and twisted
tweaking and twisting till everything's perfect,
because their work keeps the embers alive, barely aglow
amongst the broken parts within them
It is the last hope they have left
Dec 9, 2015
Dec 9, 2015 at 8:26 PM UTC
.... a n d y o u 'r e n e v e r w a k i n g u p.
It's numb, it's cold
But at least, I'm still being held; I'm still being wanted
I can feel his heartbeat, but no love
Just freezing cold lust I shouldn't be here
But where do I go?
If I leave, I'll be alone again
The crushing weight of solitude, more than I can bear
Even if I'm unloved, I'm still wanted
And that is all I've ever wanted
Even if he's cold
Even if my heart is left with scars, open and bleeding
Even if I'm surrounded by chains
I can't leave
I won't leave
Dec 8, 2015
Dec 8, 2015 at 11:07 AM UTC
How do you know that "I love you" is true?
The soft words on my lips,
never passed towards anyone before
now given to him; but sometimes, he won't respond
and nearly always, I must be the first one to speak them
He returns with silence when he's numb, troubled,
consumed in his own darkness
I understand why- but it still brings me fear
A shiver through my core, static in my head
I don't believe he understands how special he is to me,
or how important my "I love you" means
And I wonder, does he love me?
Does he love me in his darkness, does he love me enough to save me from mine?
Will all of the times I've worked hard to be his light
become meaningless?
Dec 8, 2015
Dec 8, 2015 at 10:50 AM UTC