i lived by
"i care about everything you have to say"
and today you told me
"how should i care about this"
Nov 29, 2014
Nov 29, 2014 at 10:49 PM UTC
do you understand
the amount of slices
that my heart receives
when you lie to me?
Nov 9, 2014
Nov 9, 2014 at 10:57 PM UTC
Break me
Like a piece of spaghetti stick
Dry
Sitting on your hands
Break me
Like a speck of dust
Stepped on
The roads
Baby I don't want you
To be hurt
I love you too much
To love you
Nov 9, 2014
Nov 9, 2014 at 9:21 PM UTC
I would still feel it
Harsher,
Softer,
And the cycle goes on
But no tears
Come flowing out
No more
Nov 9, 2014
Nov 9, 2014 at 9:15 PM UTC
I hate this depression ****
I would always feel sad, fatigued, and unmotivated.
If I had a choice,
I would not choose this madness.
Nov 5, 2014
Nov 5, 2014 at 7:44 PM UTC
I would always
feel some kind of
sharp item
slicing through my heart
over
and over again
but today it is particularly sharper
Nov 5, 2014
Nov 5, 2014 at 7:42 PM UTC
imagination
they can take you
to unthinkable
places
imagination
never cease to be
so creative
and realistic
hence why
instead of letting
the world know
of my suffering,
i just imagine myself
cutting deep
into
my flesh
and i would still feel
the exact same pain
when i do
slice my own wrist
Oct 31, 2014
Oct 31, 2014 at 1:13 AM UTC
haunt.
haunt me like you always do.
i'll give you a piece of me.
when i get the blood out of mine eyes.
Oct 22, 2014
Oct 22, 2014 at 2:36 AM UTC
The woman who endeavored endlessly
The woman who were adored by many
The woman who went to church
And worshiped for a soul search
The woman who bore children
And raised them with remarkable patience
The woman who went through countless obstacles
And made it through with endurance
The woman who were proud to have heard
That her daughter had bore her a granddaughter
The woman who cried
Happiness and joy
The woman who stayed with her granddaughter
To accompany her during her piano practices
Regardless of her fatigue
And her aging looks
The woman who put up with her granddaughter's annoyance
The woman who was there when nobody could be a solution
The woman who would rather be hurt
Than seeing her granddaughter cry in tranfusion
The woman stayed with her granddaughter
Through thick and thin
The woman who feared
That her granddaughter could grow up too fast
The woman who had to let go
The woman who had to see her daughter leave the country
The woman who had think about her everyday
And miss her presence in the comfort of her own home
The woman who used to seeing her countless days
Had to live with loneliness
Even with the comfort of her family
The presence of her daughter is irreplaceable
But the woman waited
Until it was too late
Her last words were "Can you hear me?"
And she slept in peaceful fate
Oct 20, 2013
Oct 20, 2013 at 1:28 PM UTC