My heart is healing faster and faster these days
I no longer wanted to play
In a daze
A façade
Of yesterday.
My eyes are clear
And always near
What is for sure
What is sincere
No longer being insecure.
My mind sees a future
That does not contain you
That's just a sudden truth
That I have let loose
I have relieved myself.
I have destroyed you in my being
Everything I have to give is no longer giving
I am however forgiving
For all the hate you were continuously bringing
Upon my life and you were not committing
To me or anything,
To all the drugs and alcohol you were submitting
I'm not even kidding
You were using reverse psychology
And I was believing.
This is the letter
I will never send
Just wanted to play pretend
Because I can believe now that this is the end.
Mar 10, 2017
Mar 10, 2017 at 6:08 PM UTC
Is happiness created?
My mind is made up
There are questions at stake
Just looking for those answers
Only my ideas can make moves
Something only my brain can make
Seeing now that it is okay
For that is how the game is played
Equipped with a bullet proof chest
Nothing is about to **** what I create anymore
From the days I stray awake
To the nights I rest my head
Going back in time
Seeking out the actions of my mistakes
Yet I will not dread on their concepts of hate
I will just take what I need
And continue past every escape
To little time. To much to lose.
On this personal conquest
That shall carry on to the death of me
I have subjected myself to beliefs of conspiracy
That very thing was trying to **** me
Weakness being that I'm compulsive
And that is literally
I try to keep my eyes in check
Watching their moves
As if they were the possible conclusion
Speaking so you might say that is a delusion
I have no confliction or confusion
I'm just holding onto this addiction
Of journeying inside my conscious mind
As I project a common body
The key to my happiness is secrets that push onto progression
For the better of myself and those around me.
Feb 27, 2017
Feb 27, 2017 at 5:21 PM UTC
The pain stings and seeps over her iris
As her smile brightens up her face
And erases any sort of proof
That she were on the brink of hate.
No one questions when she is settled
Safe with no harm
But it takes just an outburst
To disrupt this calm.
Red and blue lights shine like before
She has the knowledge
That she is on the brink of another psych ward.
So, she flattens her face and wipes her eyes.
Starts covering up that hate
That hate that suddenly appears
As the police approach and ask what the problem is tonight...
She makes up a another story straight out of spite.
Feb 27, 2017
Feb 27, 2017 at 4:46 PM UTC