Does anyone really know what love is?
Time after time we give our all into somebody,
But how come at the end of the night the only one at our sides is ourselves?
You fight so hard for this feeling that seems to be lost in our society today.
We all fall into this false sense of hope,
that it will stay the way it is in the beginning.
But soon conversations become shorter,
interest starts to fade,
trust is lost,
the passion is gone.
They stop trying to win you over,
and that is when it all begins to hurt.
Your pray that every message that comes across your phone is them,
because they're all you can think about.
You begin to find every excuse you can just to spend one more minute longer with them.
You watch them stop trying,
so you push even harder to try and carry what they aren't.
You try so desperately to save whats slipping through your fingers,
but they just keep fading away.
Those long nights spent tangled up laughing,
turn into late nights alone in your room crying to yourself in the dark.
Every memory starts to flash in your head,
you can't help but to blame yourself for losing them.
You beg and plead and scream out when you're alone,
for everything to fall back into place,
but no one hears you because no ones there and have no where to go.
You want to fight like hell,
but your too afraid to fight for someone who just keeps giving up on you.
They're on your mind every day and every night,
the only comfort you can find is when your asleep.
But even some nights they're there in your dreams,
and you wake up crying at 3:00 in the morning.
At 3 A.M. is when every thing just lets loose,
you break,
you cry,
you beg,
you plead,
you scream,
you hurt,
you pray to god that when you wake up in the morning that this is all just a dream,
you fight like hell even when you hardly have anything left to hold onto.
Because at 3 A.M. is when you realize that the one you never wanted to lose,
is leaving you behind.
You're lost and alone,
and the only comfort is found wrapped up in their arms.
You just want to know the truth,
everything they're thinking,
everything they're feeling,
you want to know if you're on their mind as much as their on yours.
This is whats on your mind at 3 .A.M.,
but what do you do?
Do you fight?
Do you flee?
What do you do when you don't know if the person you love the most loves you back and if they're going to stay?
And then you remember that its 3 A.M. and that you can fall asleep for one more night, and push it all off until morning.
But how many 3 A.M.'s will it take for you feel the love that you give?
May 26, 2017
May 26, 2017 at 9:34 PM UTC
I want to go back,
to the time in my life where I had not a single care.
To a time where existing,
was much easier than it is now.
Take me back to when I hadn't been touched,
by the harsh reality of what was in my head.
Where monsters didn't dwell within me,
and I wasn't drowning in my own thoughts.
I want to go back,
to where people weren't toxic splotches in my life.
Why can't we go back to skipping rope,
and the only cuts we worried about were scraped knees.
Smoke came from fires,
instead of cigarettes.
Sleepovers turned into ***
candy into drugs.
Our cups aren't filled with juice,
but filled to the brim with our alcohol of choice.
Keeping secrets was for jokes,
not to make us seem fine.
We were home when the street lights came on,
and now were creatures of the night.
The dark scared us,
now it is our greatest friend.
We were such innocent children,
wanting to grow up so soon.
We had a glimmer in our eyes,
that's now replaced with a dead blank look.
Why were we so eager to want to face this nasty world.
I am no longer that young,
ambitious,
excited,
lively little girl.
I have become a
numb,
anxious minded,
dead,
damaged teenager.
And this is what this world,
and society has done to me.
T.B.
May 8, 2016
May 8, 2016 at 9:50 PM UTC
Everything she touched,
didn't turn to gold.
No it crumbled to dust amongst the palms of her hands.
As she sat back and watched her world catch fire and burn around her.
T.B.
Sep 15, 2015
Sep 15, 2015 at 3:01 PM UTC
Welcome ladies and gentlemen to the age of the dead,
where we raise our children to be worse than the last.
Welcome to the era of the self conceited,
and the arrogant.
We've been raised in the age,
where the amount of likes on our pictures,
is considered more worthy than our own morals.
Welcome to the age of self deranged idiots,
that run amongst our streets causing havoc.
Welcome to the generation of the lost cause.
Where the teenagers are feared and cause chaos.
Have you opened your eyes yet?
Welcome to the age of the broken,
were we are believed to be the kids that won't amount to anything.
Welcome one and all to this world,
this society that has become hell.
Because you see we raise our children,
to feel as if they need to fit specific standards,
in order to be worth anything.
The young woman of this era,
believe they need to look like the girls in the magazine,
to be worth a mans affection.
Welcome to the time where being skinny, pretty, and tan,
is worth more than the knowledge in a woman's head.
Or the generation where we teach our daughters to "cover up,"
instead of teaching our sons right from wrong.
Now we can't forget the boys,
we teach our sons that they are less than a woman,
we raise them to feel like their lives are worth less than a woman's.
Or how about the fact that we raise our sons,
to believe that "swag" and **** are the cool things to be.
This is the generation of terror,
do you not see that we are this worlds future?
The kids of today are influenced by what we see,
brain washed by what's put on the T.V.
You see we've raised our kids to believe,
that we are a failure to our society.
Is this what you wanted?
Look how warped our world has become,
the apocalypse is here.
The apocalypse where technology, and our contorted image of normal,
has overtaken the world.
Schools no longer educate,
only mesmerize our kids into lifeless bodies.
Music no longer has meaning,
its only about being on top and ******* hoes, and money.
Art is discouraged,
a splash of paint is considered more artistic than a spray painted master piece.
Do you see the problem here?
Our government slips everything under the noses of its people,
because society makes out petty things to be important.
Our society is so distorted,
and nobody even sees that us kids are your future.
So
Do I have your attention now?
T.B.
Jul 28, 2015
Jul 28, 2015 at 12:21 AM UTC
*You broke my heart,
But here I am helping you heal yours.*
T.B.
Jun 16, 2015
Jun 16, 2015 at 1:39 AM UTC
You were never good enough
Not for them
Not for him
Not even for your **** self
T.B.
May 20, 2015
May 20, 2015 at 12:05 AM UTC
the smell of cigarette smoke still lingers on her breath
T.B.
May 14, 2015
May 14, 2015 at 8:41 PM UTC
I do not fear death,
no not one bit,
for death has been by my side.
No what I fear the most,
is life its self.
How strange isn't it?
That a young girl who has hardly lived,
fears life already?
You see I fear losing people,
people who have become so close to me,
people who have meant the world to me.
Because you see all those people,
that I have ever let into my life,
or get anywhere close to me,
they left…
they always do.
I fear being the one to always ruin things,
because I always do,
its always me.
I am always the one to blame,
I fear messing anything and everything up,
and ruining something close to me.
I've become pretty good at that….
I fear the feeling of
sorrow,
betrayal,
loss,
pain,
worthlessness,
and the feeling of all the blame.
I fear that one day,
I'll be left alone with no one by my side,
because of my fear,
of ever letting anyone in.
I fear that it is always my fault.
Or what about the fear,
of everything you became accustomed too,
being ripped away and having to start new?
Or every plan you ever had for your future,
come crashing down?
I fear the constant linger,
of a dark shadow over me constantly without my consent.
Or the fear of my constant anxious self,
and how I skip a few breaths,
or the cuts and scrapes amongst my skin.
In those moments I fear myself,
and what I could do,
for I am a child,
who has experienced pain and sorrow,
happiness and laughter,
loss and death,
fear and anger,
betrayal and hurt,
and yet I am a child,
who fears life more than death.
T.B.
May 14, 2015
May 14, 2015 at 12:51 AM UTC
Flowers in her hair
Demons in her head
Drugs in her veins
Madness in her mind
Love in her soul
Storm in her heart
May 14, 2015
May 14, 2015 at 12:16 AM UTC
I'm ******* losing it,
its tearing me apart,
day by day,
piece by piece,
im drifting into the dark.
But they don't get it do they?
Oh no not a single bit!
I'm silently deranged,
from the quiet little nice girl,
thats somehow gone insane!
Oh but they don't get it do they?
How words like poison work?
Or how about the knife,
that gets shoved right through my heart.
But they don't get it do they?
How this game ******* works,
this game called life,
how it's so sadly become warped.
But what they don't really get,
even if its sad to say,
is that a simple word, action, look,
can cause someone so much hurt
May 10, 2015
May 10, 2015 at 10:58 PM UTC