reyna-n - Hello Poetry

How long is the regret That it is always at the end?

0

reyna-n

Jul 8, 2015

Jul 8, 2015 at 10:18 AM UTC

itsgonnamakesense

Rope

How long is the regret That it is always at the end?

2

Times like this I'm not sure of what to write about Do I write about happiness that I will one day find Or do I write about sadness, my current state of mind Lost in a war between the Ups and the Downs Romeo and Juliet, Montagues and Capulets Some one save me from this confusion Tell me that it will be all right Tell me that the Ups will end this never ending battle of emotions that constantly rule my day I don't want to be here, not like this

0

Jul 8, 2015

Jul 8, 2015 at 10:06 AM UTC

reyna-n

This probably makes no sense..

Times like this I'm not sure of what to write about Do I write about happiness that I will one day find Or do I write about sadness, my current state of mind Lost in a war between the Ups and the Downs Romeo and Juliet, Montagues and Capulets Some one save me from this confusion Tell me that it will be all right Tell me that the Ups will end this never ending battle of emotions that constantly rule my day I don't want to be here, not like this

9

& i dont mean physically you turned your mind off to me you shut down & backed out i was staring at the corpse of the girl that once laughed she could breathe life into the room but now youre a walking tombstone with the words i rest in pieces carved haphazardly into the front now the only peace of mind i have is that it wasnt me who killed you it was your own heart racing faster than a freight train & when it beats out of your chest maybe ill see the real you soaked in blood & charging for the exit not unlike the last time we spoke i swear you threw the door off its hinges like you ripped our pages out of the book & used them to wrap your cigarettes breathing in our words like tobacco feeding off our feelings like nicotine you smoked yourself into a stupor & wiped your mind clean of any thought of me [holyoak]

0

reyna-n

Jul 6, 2015

Jul 6, 2015 at 4:02 PM UTC

holyoak

you faked your death

& i dont mean physically you turned your mind off to me you shut down & backed out i was staring at the corpse of the girl that once laughed she could breathe life into the room but now youre a walking tombstone with the words i rest in pieces carved haphazardly into the front now the only peace of mind i have is that it wasnt me who killed you it was your own heart racing faster than a freight train & when it beats out of your chest maybe ill see the real you soaked in blood & charging for the exit not unlike the last time we spoke i swear you threw the door off its hinges like you ripped our pages out of the book & used them to wrap your cigarettes breathing in our words like tobacco feeding off our feelings like nicotine you smoked yourself into a stupor & wiped your mind clean of any thought of me [holyoak]

31

*It's 5 in the morning. I haven't slept yet. I never sleep at night anymore. Everything hurts to much. If I even think about sleeping, I end up soaking my pillow in tears... as the pain in my chest grows harder to ignore. All the flashbacks return. I don't feel very safe anymore. So I'll wait for the sun to rise. Then I'll sleep the day away, and wake up to face the night once again.*

0

reyna-n

Jul 6, 2015

Jul 6, 2015 at 4:01 PM UTC

akatelyn19

5 AM

*It's 5 in the morning. I haven't slept yet. I never sleep at night anymore. Everything hurts to much. If I even think about sleeping, I end up soaking my pillow in tears... as the pain in my chest grows harder to ignore. All the flashbacks return. I don't feel very safe anymore. So I'll wait for the sun to rise. Then I'll sleep the day away, and wake up to face the night once again.*

12

Still finding myself. This **** is hell. Looking for silent peace Looking for something more Have you ever had such a dark soul? The kind that even monks can't ignore. Looking for that silent peace Where my mind is relaxed and your name doesn't appear Looking for tranquility near the water where my tears can flow and connect to the sea I'm still finding myself. With every breath, with every break I'm still trying to find me.

0

Jul 6, 2015

Jul 6, 2015 at 1:24 PM UTC

reyna-n

Looking, Finding

Still finding myself. This **** is hell. Looking for silent peace Looking for something more Have you ever had such a dark soul? The kind that even monks can't ignore. Looking for that silent peace Where my mind is relaxed and your name doesn't appear Looking for tranquility near the water where my tears can flow and connect to the sea I'm still finding myself. With every breath, with every break I'm still trying to find me.

9