Sometimes I think
I'm so thrilled
At how much farther
This journey has to go
Yet other days
The only thought is
Make it stop
Don't want anymore, no
So give in
My mind says
Aren't you so tired
You've done enough
I want so badly
To grasp my fingers
Around complete nothingness
So let's give up
Give up, give up
Give the world
To someone else
Give in, lie down
Close your eyes
It's time to rest
Nov 24, 2014
Nov 24, 2014 at 9:37 AM UTC
Cry yourself to sleep, little one
No one has to know
Of the trembling under the sheets
And the tears on your pillow
Cry yourself to sleep, little one
It's time to get some rest
You've had another long day
And a lot more to get off your chest
Cry yourself to sleep, little one
You've been so brave for so long
Forget everything for a while
And believe that nothing is wrong
Cry yourself to sleep, little one
Soon the dark will come fast
I know you dread tomorrow
Maybe, we pray, tonight will be the last.
Oct 17, 2014
Oct 17, 2014 at 10:26 AM UTC
Here's a thought
I'd like to know
If you could feel suicidal
Without being depressed
Does that make sense?
Does making sense even matter
If that's how it feels?
I know I'm happy
And I know it's real
I'm surrounded by the people I love
And I've found love in the things I do
But I see a bridge
And the only thing I can think of
Is jump
I look at cars on the busy streets
From the passenger seat
And think
Maybe today
One of them will just so happen
To hit me, maybe
Maybe
Hopefully
Smiling is genuine
I don't fake faces, it's just not me
Yet in the safety of my home
I'm not safe in my own head
I don't know how
To ask for help
They'll say I'm fine
And I am fine
But I'm not
And I know it
Help.
Please.
Oct 4, 2014
Oct 4, 2014 at 6:34 AM UTC
adj. wandering alone
She felt the wind rustle her hair
As the falling leaves caught her eye
*He allowed the drizzle to graze his skin
As umbrellas popped up on his sides*
The grass was soft between her toes
As the pebbles were firm beneath his heel
She absorbed the vastness of the land
And he wandered around his city of steel
Leaning back into the tree’s embrace
Her gaze landed on a flower of white and gold
*He listened to the drone of an airplane above them
As he stopped for a while on the side of the road*
She closed her eyes
And allowed the quiet calm her
*Basking in the rush of the metro
His nerves bubbled with adventure*
While she inhaled, she thought of a boy
Whose eyes lit up like street lamps
With a smile that would make it through
The rain that had his clothes soaked and his hair damp
And she wondered if he would
Think of a girl
With flowers in her hair
If he’d take her hand
Look her in the eye and say
Let’s go someplace, anywhere
They’d hike up a mountain
Or weave through the subway
*Maybe visit a museum
Or huddle under a tree on a windy day*
But today she was here and was comfortable
In her field by herself
*And he was calm and content
On the sidewalk with everyone else*
A companion would come one day or another
Right now she was happy to be alone
*As he was thrilled to be among hundreds
Yet still be on his own.*
Oct 1, 2014
Oct 1, 2014 at 9:30 AM UTC