When the sun makes the rolling hills its grave
The sun turns from a screaming orange
To a midnight blue
I feel in myself, a remembrance
A piece of who I am is sparked
Like flint on steel
A part of me feels at peace
While the rest pours emotions
Dreams seem achievable
Goals seem reachable
Segments of my mind excite
Motivation once buried, is now alive
I can breathe deeply
I see the world, not corrupt
But thriving while conducting undeniable hardships
As I look at the night sky
It becomes clear to me
That sometimes you need a little bit of silence and patience
To see the good in things
Dec 3, 2019
Dec 3, 2019 at 1:05 PM UTC
If my soul was a stream on Spotify
It would never get any play
Mainly because I display what most
SEEM to portray
But when the doors are closed
And you are all alone
Feelings create downpour
And you cry tears you wish...
you had shown
Sep 4, 2018
Sep 4, 2018 at 7:54 PM UTC
I think I loved you way before you realize
And I’m not sure if it’s a sin
To of hidden such a precise feeling
Especially when you had returned the favor
Far before the stars met the moon
For love to still be so new to me
Like a fresh open wound
You stared at my wishes
As if you could make them come true
What a wish I pondered upon
For such a long time
My truest love , you are now mine
Sep 3, 2018
Sep 3, 2018 at 10:53 PM UTC
It doesnt matter why i was there
What mattered was the lack of life in the plastic grass
The absense of smiles amonst my peers
The apperance of midnight blue in the rim of our undereyes
The ache in whats left in the rest of my heart
The nurses were rude
Sent us to bed without dinner , if scraps of cereal and old meat could be a substitute
We were scolded for our imperfections and nuances
So we left learning to not save anything for special occasions
Me being alive is a miracle alone
May 24, 2018
May 24, 2018 at 11:39 PM UTC
Grab fiercely
the heart slowly fading
a wondrous, yet sickening state of mind
a beautiful yet wicked woman
dying faith
pierce the bones
with four points
a bargain no longer
May 24, 2018
May 24, 2018 at 11:36 PM UTC
entwine your heart with mine
listen to me when i cry
press your ear to my screams
extend your voice to the cellar of my mind
experience my pain
run your fingers along my self inflicted scars
see the story beneath each and everyone one of them
breathe my troubles
swim in my stress
scrape your nails on my weary bones
crawl in the hollows of my eyes
understand that i am what i am
and there is nothing more that i can do
but to accept myself it
May 24, 2018
May 24, 2018 at 11:33 PM UTC
I, Too, Sing Sadness
I, Too am depressed
I am the neglected one
They tell me i have no problems
When i am too sad to do anything
But i cannot help it
And i abhor my scars
And yet i continue to create them
Tomorrow
I'll be more sad than yesterday
When they ask me why , and i answer truthfully
Nobody’ll dare
Say to me
“ What is wrong “
Then
I, Too , Sing Sadness
May 24, 2018
May 24, 2018 at 11:29 PM UTC
I've decided that I'm done with love
No more pitying people
No more putting others before myself
Obviously the absence of everybody I cared about
Is proof that they were never intending to ******* stay
I'm done pretending that I'm just some sympathetic simmering fool
Yes I do care about people
But I genuinely stop the moment they disrespect the way I feel
And the ways I deal with how I feel
I don't want to spend the rest of my life surrounded by mute ghosts
I just want to help speechless angels
May 7, 2018
May 7, 2018 at 5:03 PM UTC
I tend to let my heart
Be the best impression of a target
While objects of resentment
Shoot from afar again
I’m asked “what has been eating at you ?”
“depression is a hungry *******
I don’t want to be the one to end in disaster
And when you leave and I don’t feel the sting
If you piercing my heart open clean
My conscious will scream
You didn’t . Even . Try
So I ask why
Why even stay
Why did you lie
Why even ask
When you weren’t expecting a reply
Apr 10, 2018
Apr 10, 2018 at 1:56 AM UTC
Life is reality except when it's a dream
And I'm not sure if this is who I'm supposed to be
I don't want to cope with the rope strangling my thoughts
I'm afraid of the stranger I see across
I want to play the activist
And bluntly remove lives untruthful bliss
Even happiness is an object created by people
Who envisioned life with ghastliness
And when I approach a corpse of what my future was supposed to be
I can feel my heart running. Fleeing & receding
Bending but purging black truths that I shoved into my chamber of a heart
Because I wouldn't let myself feel the warmth of artificial joy
I crushed it away because I didn't want the pain to overcome me and destroy
Taking over my mental
Infected with the rare disease called “I don't want to live anymore”
And the doctor gave me medication supplements of hope
That she probably found at a drugstore
And acquaintances wonder why trust is not in my vocabulary
It has to be a real thing, not imaginary
And it kills me to forget
Treating everyone in ways that I regret
I've started suffocating on my bed sheets
From throwing them over me to often to conceal the questions
However, I'll play a cassette telling of my “whys?”
Why do my insides ache ever when I moved to divert?
Fallen angel, your heart is supposed to hurt
Apr 7, 2018
Apr 7, 2018 at 10:44 PM UTC