Oh little daisy
One day
difficulties may faced
difficulties that may lose your hope
difficulties that may break your heart
But little daisy
please do remember
Your Smile, your laugh and your mind
is the hope of many
Sep 6, 2020
Sep 6, 2020 at 2:53 AM UTC
You can always tell a self destructive writer
By their poetry
Because sometimes they are redundant
And other times they are expressing pain
But they always tell a story of being hurt
And locked into their own head
But this my dear, is why they write
Because the person in their head is trying to get out
Self destructive writers
Are usually dark
But when they are light
They tell you how perfect you are
So that you don't do the same thing
That they did to themselves
Self destructive writers
Don't want you to make their scars
On your arms
Jun 13, 2020
Jun 13, 2020 at 5:27 AM UTC
Why don't you speak to us?
What do you feel?
~I feel nothing. I do not know what to think first. Can I have some time to think?
No. Why don't you listen to us.
Stop thinking.
Talk to us.
~I --
No. Just listen to us.
Don't do that. Stop thinking.
May 29, 2020
May 29, 2020 at 10:20 AM UTC
I just want it to end.
The hopelessness, the fear,
the constant critic in my head:
I've lived with them all for too long.
All I've ever known is this war, this endless battle.
There's nothing wrong with wanting it to end.
To wish that it didn't is cruel.
But why can't the best solution be the simplest?
Why do I have to keep fighting?
At times it's deafening,
and I'm so exhausted.
Why can't I just lay down in no man's land
and let this battle fall silent around me?
Why can't that be the end?
Because... I'll never know what's possible.
May 29, 2020
May 29, 2020 at 10:06 AM UTC
If you could read my mind,
You’d see a thousand papers
Filled with broken poetries
And deadbeat proses
Full of woeful verses
With mournful pieces
Of unfinished stories
That are yet to be written
And failed to be spoken;
If you could read my mind,
You’d hear horrible screams
And earsplitting weeps
From shattered dreams,
Kept in a nasty notepad,
Scribbled on a bed
Of bloodstained words,
Ringing in my head.
If you could read my mind,
You’d see the shadows
That lurk within me;
You’d hear the bellows,
Screeching the words
“I’m tired,”
“I’m a failure,”
“I’m stupid –”
I know it sounds stupid,
It’s pathetically foolish
And seems like *******
If you could read my mind,
You’d feel the tears
I had ever failed to cry;
You’d see the people
That make the weak weaker;
You’d see the monsters
That consume my head;
You’d hear the hollers
That failed to be freed;
You’d see the heart
That still bleeds and bleeds.
If you could read my mind,
You’d see the face
I’ve failed to show back then,
The face I’ve faked back then.
If you could read my mind,
You’d see a character
I had ever failed to become
If you could read my mind,
You’d be able to read
A book you never wished
To touch and read,
But sometimes I still wish
Someone could read my mind.
May 27, 2020
May 27, 2020 at 12:42 AM UTC
Let me get deeper
Let me hold you
so tight
that your soul
can be linked to mine
May 24, 2020
May 24, 2020 at 5:38 AM UTC
every word
that comes from my song
is you
every music
that I hear
is you
every goal
that I make
is you
every step
that I decided to take
is you
You are my "every"
in world that's full of wary
as I am your "thing"
in almost nothing
May 23, 2020
May 23, 2020 at 12:09 AM UTC
As the sun sets
the darkness will reign
Finally, an embrace of comfort
sitting in the corner
feeling numb
breaking down
fighting against it
a routine that wont easily fade
May 22, 2020
May 22, 2020 at 9:03 AM UTC