When my mother asks me
why I don't want to fall in love
I just shrug and say "I just don't"
because I cannot bring myself to tell her
love kills you and I'd much rather a die a
less painful way.
Nov 2, 2014
Nov 2, 2014 at 7:55 PM UTC
*I feel so sad for
little kids with high hopes
and innocent thoughts.
And think the world is
okay and that adults know
everything needed to know.
And soon one day they're going
to figure out with the world
isn't a nice place. They're going
to find out instead that:
war's a thing,
so is a judgement,
people get sad,
people die,
people use one another,
people are all in general ****
hearts are broken,
people are sad
and adults don't know everything.*
Sep 7, 2014
Sep 7, 2014 at 7:12 PM UTC
i wrote letters
on the back
of coffee shop
napkins with ideas how
to make you
stay
Aug 18, 2014
Aug 18, 2014 at 9:06 PM UTC
People noticed
my words
because
they were pretty
and I was not.
Aug 18, 2014
Aug 18, 2014 at 8:57 PM UTC
Im getting tired
of looking up everyday
and whispering to someone
that i'm okay.
Dec 9, 2013
Dec 9, 2013 at 4:47 PM UTC
Love,
is the harshest of fantasies.
created by the meanest people,
in order to make us content. in the
horrible lives we live,
on this horrible planet.
surrounded by horrible people
And,
unfortunately for us; life
expectantcy is not
getting any
shorter.
Nov 28, 2013
Nov 28, 2013 at 5:19 PM UTC
and i
hope somewhere
in your
new *******
world which
i'm sure
you share
with someone
else. That
i loved
you when
everyone else
gave up
on you
and i
hope one
day that
when i've
given up
on myself
you walk
back into
my life
and save
me from
saying goodbye.
Nov 25, 2013
Nov 25, 2013 at 2:03 PM UTC
"Keep ******* breathing."
I didn't know what was worse.
The fact I wasn't dying and you
were crying, or the fact I was so ready,
to give up on you.
"You don't have this choice."
But I do, I so do. Please darling,
let me go and don't hurt yourself,
over me anymore. Move on with
someone whos worth your tears.
"Don't give up on me too."
But darling I already have, long
before you ever gave up on me.
You were just so thrown into this,
from the start.
"Wait, don't leave without me."
Do I have a choice? You'd follow me
straight away because you lost the hope
that you once found in me. On the count of
three we'll close our eyes and say goodbye.
"And don't forget to smile."
Don't worry darling, I won't.
Nov 24, 2013
Nov 24, 2013 at 6:09 PM UTC
I'm sorry.
It's so funny.
For every time, I say
that I'm sorry. More
blood of mine, spills
on these god **** pages.
I'm losing.
A battle you once said,
that I'd win. But I'm not.
Your too far away up there,
do you miss me too? I'm
coming to see you soon.
I'm sorry.
It's probably getting harder
to read with my blood spilling.
I won't be like this forever the
doctor said. Now I know why you left,
And this is my final sorry too.
Nov 24, 2013
Nov 24, 2013 at 6:03 PM UTC
I like to think of your soul as a square.
With a dusty corner, due to sad memories
that you haven't opened in a while.
In the opposite corner, there's a vacant
cobweb just lying there because you don't
like spiders and you daren't clean it.
In the middle, there's a bunch of live
flowers. Filled with the brightness of your
smile and the tears you cry at night.
Slightly to the left, are the marks
where you brushed a blade across
your skin one night and tried to die.
(I'm glad you didn't though). More
to the right is a ring your mother used
to wear around her neck before she died.
And above, the flowers and the ring, is a
letter I gave you on our year anniversary and
despite being 5 years later. You still have it.
With a reply from yourself, saying: *thank you
for understanding the black parts of my soul. And the only
reason the colour's showing through is because of you.*
Nov 22, 2013
Nov 22, 2013 at 11:24 AM UTC