I'd love to be loved
The thought of someone keeping me smiling or holding hands and the small jokes
I love the thought of being in love
The thought of how things would be or could be
If I wasn't so scared to take a leap of faith than these
Wouldn't be just
The thought of him runs through my veins and the fact of being gone makes me home sick for him if only him and I were closer to something rather then nothing
Wide awake at 12 in the morning
Ready for my eyes to be heavy with sleep, but instead my eyes are heavy with tears
While my family is sleeping in the bed next to mine
I lay still and empty of life as not to wake them at 12 in the morning, when the world itself is not even up yet
I can't sleep to much on my mind and not enough energy in place to turn down the voices in my head that are keeping me up past time to be sleeping. Have a good night or day depending on where you are and hopefully you get enough sleep❤
I can't write
The words used to spill out of my head like a waterfall but now I feel like there's a wall
A wall that blocks my brain from putting symbols together to form a word or even a sentence
The sentences on my paper must be invisible I can't see them
I don't know where they went
They meaning the words I used to write or say but now can't even think
I can't write
the poems run deep just like the sadness
i wait for the time to come when it fades
when the poems are no loner deep or lonely
but sweet and full of honey words.
i want to let go drop this
forget poems, maybe the world and how it spins to.
but i hold on even if i get lost,
one day my poems will be full of heart again
one day the sun will rise up and ill write about how beautiful the sky is and how the birds chirping on the way t school are lovely and sing a different tune.
one day ill wake up from this nightmare,
one day things will be better
one day i will be myself again
ive been down for a few days waiting for things to turn around and im sure this is when that time is
love everyone on here stay true to yourself<3
Hard to see past the lies you told me that are still stuck in my head even when your fake presents of the "love" you had for me has left.
Part of me hopes it would have died by now
But it hasn't.
I remember when you fell asleep on my lap and how we used to be before you moved on to someone new
Fun for you
It's okay though,
I shouldn't have been so close to someone I knew could break my heart
People on the streets say pretty
But the people on the streets are not friends
So when I say lonely
They don't understand because they are just
People on the street
It's hard to say when it went wrong
Exactly when the sun hit the trees,
When the moon became my best friend?
Where did I stray so far from the "right" why of life