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Nov 2017 CallMeVenus

Sawyer

I think too much.
I care too deeply.
I text too often.
I laugh too hard,
For fear of them having to fret
As much I do.
Such is the nature of a worrier.

It's hard to be an optimist all the time.

Nov 2017 CallMeVenus

2AM

Nov 2017 CallMeVenus

Tyrus

2AM

Because its 2am

                                                and im sitting in my bedroom alone

    thinking of ways to **** myself
                  thinking of reasons to hate myself

                                                                  while you're sleeping

because I told you I was fine.

Thoughts- Which is better? To get help for your thoughts for the worry of another? Or let them think you're fine and let them sleep peacefully for once?

#love #sacrifice

Oct 2017 CallMeVenus

Take a rib, a kidney, a mitral valve. If you look at me like that, your wish is my command.

Oct 2017 CallMeVenus

𝑺𝒖𝒛𝒚 𝐁𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐤𝐲

Take a rib, a kidney, a mitral valve. If you look at me like that, your wish is my command.

I spent a week turning you down in the hospital, if that's possible &
now I can plainly see that you are dense, even more denser than me

Oct 2017 CallMeVenus

Finding Myself

Oct 2017 CallMeVenus

DaSH the Hopeful

Finding Myself

I opened myself up and pulled my ribs to the side
        Trying to find something that matters.
                   Something to stick to.
A religion,               a belief,
                |Anything
And in the              dark empty space
                |I found
Whatever                  led me to understand who I                                Thought I was
                **|was already dead.

#love #sad #life #death #dark #gloomy #new #beginnings #upset

Oct 2017 CallMeVenus

my ghost

Oct 2017 CallMeVenus

emme m

my ghost

i'm in love with a ghost
and you're in love with me
two pretended souls
kiss me till i bleed

you strangle me at night
ripping every piece
loving you is a fight
dying in the sheets

... and my ghost's in love with me

#ghost #love #dying #night #sheets #strangle #souls #bleed #*** #fight

Oct 2017 CallMeVenus

Too Young

Oct 2017 CallMeVenus

Alexis K

Too Young

Too young to understand
Daddy's not coming home
Yet too old
Not to care

Little girl
Looking at her mom
Wondering, wondering,
What was going on?
Why was mommy sad?
Had me and brother been bad?

Too young to remember
When daddy was there,
Too old to forget
That he was ever here.

Little kids,
Innocent and pure
Looking up at mommy,
Holding daddy's picture dear

Little girl
Too young to remember...
Daddy's eyes,
His voice,
His smile or size,
Too young to remember.
Too young to say goodbye.
And now,
Too old, only able to fantasize.

My father died when I was two from cancer. My older half brother remembers little things, simple things about him that seem meaningless yet would mean the world to me if I personally could remember them. I've only had pictures and others to fill the gaps.
This is one of my poems for him, my very first on this site was for him as well.

Oct 2017 CallMeVenus

i lived in me

Oct 2017 CallMeVenus

Srijit Panja

i lived in me

i fear to erode from myself.
the roots are brittle now.
it has been old.
since my birth. to my fall.
and bloom again in esteem.
it looked like home.
the closest home. near me.

// i lived in me.

Oct 2017 CallMeVenus

yourself

Oct 2017 CallMeVenus

Srijit Panja

yourself

fall. die. bloom.
but live in yourself.

Oct 2017 CallMeVenus

Everything that is and was

Oct 2017 CallMeVenus

Drew Daniel Young

Everything that is and was

What if I told you that no matter what I do, no matter what I say, my world is full of everything sad as grey.

I remember how it felt when the sun would come, even if it was just for a second, my life felt a little bit true.

But not now, and it won’t be for a while. Many times I have thought about throwing in the towel… just washing myself away in hard liquor and sorrows.

Maybe it isn’t fair, maybe I am just a shadow of who I am supposed to be. Maybe the world isn’t ending, maybe it is just my demons taunting me with these thoughts that aren’t even true.

I wish I could tell you all of the thoughts that come to my mind, I wish that I could say that I believe that everything will be okay.

I wish you could understand my mind and how I have never seen anything more beautiful than darkness on a **** highway at 3 in the morning.

The world is so dark to me, figuratively and literally.

I do not say that lightly, because it would be a cowardly thing to be dishonest about.

I wish I could say that I don’t envy the people who can find joy in almost anything this life has to offer.

Because when you struggle to find joy in the things that usually bring you happiness, you realize just how lonely you are in this void.

It feels like I am in this abyss of shadows and the ethereal way is calling me home but I am restricted by a noose made of chains.

Sounds miserable doesn’t it, I wish you could understand. I truly wish you could.

I wish you could understand as easily as a burning fire burns through even the toughest wood.

-

I view my world like a vinyl album on a record player, constantly spinning for a little and then coming to a stop when the content is finished being played.

The difference is that the album can be replayed and flipped over, but my mind feels impossible to move and restart.

No fire could light up my life anymore, because I have already fallen and hit the cold, stony floor.

I am 50 feet below the surface, looking up at the world with a broken lens. I mean, wouldn’t your sight and beliefs be cracked if you fell that far too?