I keep writing "she" in my poems instead of "I" because I'm afraid of letting people know what's really going on inside my head, of knowing that I am the one who's been in so much pain for so long and not this "she" character everyone thinks I created. I don't tell anyone because then they will look deeper, and the deeper they'll look, the darker the images they'll see. Their curiosity will get them looking and wondering the thing I'm hiding behind the fake laughs. My insanity will be an interest of theirs and not me. I will simply be an interesting story to gossip about.
I honestly can't tell you when was the last time I laughed or even smiled (not even my favorite TV shows or favorite comedians can make me laugh). I only know about the long crying myself to sleep nights. The desperate continuous prayers. Laughing became forbidden, a sin that my mind is refusing to let me commit.
I've been running through this tunnel for so long looking for that light everyone keeps talking about. But the faster I run, the further I go, the longer the tunnel seems to get. I don't see a way out of here.
Sleeping used to be my temporary way out but even that, the sadness managed to take over it. It has taken over everything, became everything that I am. I've lost interest in everything and everyone. It's like I'm living in a nightmare and I know there is no better reality to wake up to. Do you know how that feels like? To be hopeless all the time even when you are not awake? To just exist and not live? To be in pain, to feel like you're slowly dying but there's nothing physically wrong with you? To feel like you are in this world alone because no one can see that you are suffering, no one hearing your cries for help, not your friends, not even your family? Do you know how hopeless feels like? I do. And it's killing every lasting bit of me. (And I don't know how much longer I can hold on)
Nov 9, 2015
Nov 9, 2015 at 1:01 PM UTC
Always wearing the tough guy hat
Showing others the tough wall that she has built
Making them believe that nothing and no one can break through
That the wall is made of steel
When in reality it's being put back together with cheap duct tape each night
At nights, she cracks
She can't hold it in anymore
At nights, she is most herself
Broken, but her true self. No masks no putting any shows, just herself
She can't understand what she's feeling and that is killing her
Who are you supposed to understand and know better if not yourself?
She kept finding herself leaning toward wolves and their stories
People fearing the howls not realizing it's a cry for help
Perhaps she could relate
Perhaps both are misunderstood by others and themselves
Not knowing who they are and who they should be
Only knowing comfort under the moonlight
As the silent tears find their way down her cheeks
She sleeps at night with few answers
Only to wake up with more questions that she cannot find the answers to
She keeps waking up more confused than the day before
Making her wonder: "is this all that I am? Is this all that I can be?"
Aug 15, 2015
Aug 15, 2015 at 12:20 AM UTC
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***He was a recovering alcoholic
She was a double shot of *****
He desired her like an ex-smoker desires to smoke one last cigar before his lungs shut down completely, before he breathes his last breath
Like any smoker who would like to have the privilege to smell "Gurkha Black Dragon"
Their love was made of music notes no one got to hear
Music played only in their ears
Like moon and sun
Like day and night
They shouldn't collide
They can't meet
Mother nature would lose her balance each time they kissed
The universe did not approve of their love
A love story that should have never been lived, should never be written nor spoken about***
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Jun 6, 2015
Jun 6, 2015 at 1:46 PM UTC
Her mind constantly plotted against her
Made her believe things that eventually resulted in self destruct
She never understood why… and how could she?
How is one supposed to understand the feeling to have your own mind eating you from the inside, trying to ruin and destroy everything you’re trying to build. To have yourself as the archenemy. To have yourself not giving you a chance to live. To have your own mind telling you that you are not worthy nor deserve to walk on this earth
She can’t trust herself, she therefore can’t trust anyone
“Aren’t we supposed to be in the same team?” She asked her mind
You see, depression doesn’t know what he is
Doesn’t know that he is a sickness, a disease
To him, he is just looking for a place to stay, for a home
And the only way for him to find a home is to invade and create civil wars
Depression has no problem going into a war zone with no weapons
Because he is a strong enough of a weapon himself
He has been into many wars, and won countless battles
You see, the odds are usually in his favor
So depression has no problem going into a war
May 20, 2015
May 20, 2015 at 3:32 PM UTC
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***His mistake was making her his being
When instead of sharing his heart, he gave her his whole
She played with his heart like a symphony, a beautiful masterpiece with sad melody that broke hearts
She left him with broken strings
She played him till he broke, till he could no longer compose any beat
An incomplete song with no rhythm, just a dead chorus singing with no harmony, playing a silent orchestra in an empty stage***
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Mar 12, 2015
Mar 12, 2015 at 9:48 AM UTC
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*She didn't need words to understand his heart
His look, that look, the way he looked at her said it all and she felt it all... no words were needed to be uttered, just eyes meeting and falling for each other, souls clicking and fitting perfectly*
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Mar 1, 2015
Mar 1, 2015 at 5:37 AM UTC
I always thought that when time comes, when I fall in love, everything would be just perfect. Even the imperfections would seem perfect to me. I would even love the things I hate
Okay. You fall in love.. Now what?
What changes? He doesn't love you so what do you do?
I fell in love and all I did was cry
Love came bearing gifts shaped in insomnia and heartbreak
Love came with self hate
Love came with questions of what's wrong with me? Why am I not good enough? How much is good enough?
Love was never kind to me
Love made me suffer
Love made me sad
Because I am always the one who loves more, always the one who loves, never the one loved
What do you do when you love someone who doesn't love you back?
What do you do with those feelings?
Where do you put them?
What do you do with the unwanted feelings that you love and want to keep?
Love was never kind to me
Love is painfully beautiful
Love hurts but I don't want it to stop
I am addicted to you but I don't want to be recovered
How could you be both my source of pain and my pain killer?
I'm addicted to you, stay with me... Even if it's just in my dreams. Hold me and... Stay.
Feb 15, 2015
Feb 15, 2015 at 5:13 AM UTC
I always felt like I was suffocating her
Feared that she's seeing too much of me
Got afraid that she'll get sick of me
So I gave her space
I backed a little and waited
Waited to see how long would it take
her to think and wonder about me
How long would it take her to remember me
I was always the one who initiated
So this time,
I waited for her to come to me
For her to ask about me
For her to talk to me
I wanted you to wonder about me
I wanted to be adored by you
I wanted to matter to you
I wanted you to want me
I wanted you
The sad thing about love
is that you are not always loved
by the person you love
And that is my case with you, beautiful
I fell in love with a person who I can't let a day go by without her,
while she can go weeks without me crossing her beautiful mind
You are a disease that I do not want to be recovered from
Jan 2, 2015
Jan 2, 2015 at 11:08 AM UTC
You keep doing this to me
It is not fair
You keep pulling me back towards you
just when I've finally found the strength to walk away
Just when I've found a way to be
without you
And just like a fool
I crawl back to you
Every single time
You keep doing this
because you know that I'll always
run back to you
like a lost little kid who has found his way back home
The home in which he never felt like he belonged
But what else can I do?!
You are the only home that I know
We both know you don't want this
Why are you doing this to me?
It feels like you only want me
when it seems like no one wants you
You only remember me, when no one remembers you
You just like knowing that you will never be alone
Don't you?
But what about me?
This is the question that I need to keep asking myself
To protect myself
because who else would other than me
What about me?
What about me?
Dec 19, 2014
Dec 19, 2014 at 6:29 AM UTC
I asked her what did she like about me
She listed the things I do for her
Said nothing about me and who I am
I then knew I was in trouble
I knew what needed to be done
I think deep down, I've always known
We always do know
but we fool ourselves
Keep hoping that eventually
they will fall for us
Because we do deserve that
The 1% chance that they will
is enough for us to keep fighting
But you should stop
when you're the only one fighting
I am tired of falling for the wrong person
Beginning to doubt there is such thing for me
Beginning to think love isn't for me
The right person never comes
I should stop looking
I have stopped
Dec 5, 2014
Dec 5, 2014 at 7:40 AM UTC