I can't decide which is worse
Nightmares
Where they're so real
And terrible
That you wake up sobbing
In the middle of the night
Or
Dreams
Where they're so real
And wonderful
That when you wake up
And realize none of it was real
You feel the temporary joy
Drain out of you
And cry hopeless tears
Oct 16, 2015
Oct 16, 2015 at 6:42 PM UTC
The harder I'm laughing
The more I want to cry
The brighter my smile is
The dimmer my soul is getting
The lighter my humor is
The heavier my heart is becoming
Don't let appearances deceive you
Oct 16, 2015
Oct 16, 2015 at 6:39 PM UTC
If I get angry
It's probably because I said
I'm fine
And I really hate lies
Oct 2, 2015
Oct 2, 2015 at 1:50 PM UTC
there are too many people writing about the moon tonight,
too many hearts lonely from the thought of her greatness,
wondering how it is possible
to love something that makes you feel so small,
that in comparison,
renders you insignificant.
this is how it was to love you.
this is how it is to still do.
to look up at a sky that is too big to notice you
to imagine a selfish lover as the vastness in which
too much attention is granted
this is how it was,
this is how it has always been,
this is how it is,
loving you.
there are too many people staying up late tonight
to watch the atmosphere unfold its secrets
open-eyed anticipating some kind of beauty unfrequented,
I will not be one of them.
waiting is a chore I no longer perform
willingly
the only galaxies I admire
are those I create.
there are too many people writing about the moon tonight,
and I have become one of them.
Sep 30, 2015
Sep 30, 2015 at 8:21 AM UTC
Every time
I look inside myself
I want to cry
Who is this girl?
She is disgusting
And ugly
And dumb
No one likes this girl
Every time
I look in the mirror
I want give up
Who is this girl?
She is fat
And stupid
And flawed
No one wants this girl
Every time
I think of my past
My soul starts aching
Who was that girl?
She was sweet
And kind
And lovely
What happened to that girl?
Every time
Every single time
It hurts
Sep 19, 2015
Sep 19, 2015 at 3:02 PM UTC
Somedays
Im not strong enough
To carry on
Somedays
Im not brave enough
To ask for your help
Somedays
Im not open enough
To show how I really feel
Somedays
I dont care enough
For how I am
Somedays
I dont eat enough
Choosing starvation
Somedays
I dont want life enough
To wanna continue
Somedays
I just feel empty inside
Screaming silently
Aug 22, 2015
Aug 22, 2015 at 11:01 PM UTC
**If I had to guess on what I've seen
I'm not too sure that she likes me
I've played the game, I know it well
But with this girl it's hard to tell**
*If I could talk to just anyone
Then talking to him would be fun
He seems funny, he seems so nice
I only need to break the ice*
**I'm afraid of what she might say
If I give too much of myself away
If she thinks me another man
Will she like me for who I am**
*When conversing, he seems so closed
Almost as if he is trying to pose
Wondering what he is hiding
I conclude that it's dividing*
**With her style and class she is far above me
Afraid to ask if she could ever love me
A girl like her, a boy like me
I have my wants, she is my need**
*With his depth and thought he's far away from me
Afraid to wonder if he could know me
A mind like his, a fool like me
My longing for him is decreed*
Aug 21, 2015
Aug 21, 2015 at 12:20 PM UTC
you are too familiar with yourself
with your face
your body
your beauty
your reflection is an image skewed from being seen by
your same eyes too often
your confidence is a locked box you keep in the back of
your closet
your smile is more uncomfortable than it is curling and
you've grown to hate the large of your laugh
you are blind to almost all that you are
but just imagine,
for a second
what you look like
to someone who is a stranger
you could be their textbook definition of ideal
their exact description of beautiful and
you wouldn't even know it
imagine for a moment
how your greatness might resonate
with someone who has never been close to that much at once
there have been people in your life who
have attempted to break you into smaller pieces
crush you from whole so you would be easier to swallow
there will always be some who will be unable to see your worth
others who wont be able to handle you
maybe they'll see too much and try to shrink you into less
with the hopes of becoming more themselves
you build yourself quieter each time that you do
you know how to shy away from the prescence of light and
you've settled comfortably in the shadow of day
but there is someone out there waiting to hear your loud
a blank canvas ready to be filled with all of your paint
you will be the exact shade they have spent their entire life trying to find
and when they do
you'll remember that there was a time
before you were taught to see dark
when you could see all of your colors clear
without trying
Aug 19, 2015
Aug 19, 2015 at 2:43 AM UTC
Love compromises all the feeling the world has to offer but there is one to focus about;
If love is a name, pain must be its last
If love is a game, pain must be the rule
If love is a word, pain must be the synonym
And I hate it
Does it have to be like that?
In order to love you must feel the pain, somehow.
No logic, what's the rationale?
Aug 16, 2015
Aug 16, 2015 at 1:06 PM UTC