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Cj Jan 2019
Memory lane
brings back the pain
Of when I was on a train
about to go insane
If only I could reign
over the lane
That I need to drain of pain
This makes like no sense whatsoever but whatever
Cj Jan 2019
I wonder what you’d think of me
I wonder if you think of me
I wonder if you remember  me
I wonder if you want to remember  me
I wonder if you’ve cried over me

I miss you
I want you
I need you
I love you

I wonder if you miss me
I wonder if you want me
I wonder if you need me
I wonder if you love me

I imagine you
I see pictures of you
I wish for you
I beg for you

I wonder if you imagine me
I wonder if you see pictures of me
I wonder if you wish for me
I wonder if you beg for me

I wish you were mine.
Cj Jan 2019
i step in the car and instantly something feels off
he tells me therapy is canceled
i calmly say ok
i think what happened
does he have cancer again, has someone died
we come home and she’s pacing
she hugs my with tears in her eyes
brother comes home
and that’s when she tells us
your sisters gone
Sorry, I messed up and it delete the whole thing so
Cj Jan 2019
How do I know that when it’s my time to be six feet under that’s theres something on the other side
If there is a god then why the suffering why the pain
It doesn’t make sense
Nothing does
Our creator would have a creator and so on and Itd be infinite
It doesn’t make sense
But thankfully It’s not my time to be six feet under
Cj Jan 2019
Did she ever love me
Ever
I thought she did
We laughed together
I looked up to her
I loved her
But
Did she love me
Ever
I assumed she did
We played together
We had a connection
But
Did she ever love me
Ever
Even a bit
Even the smallest
I’ll never know
Cj Jan 2019
I* still remember color of your eyes,
and I do not think that you've remembered the color of mine.
I remember what your voice and heartbeat sounded like,
and I always dream of hearing them both one more time.
everyday, I hope you will call once more,
saying that you love me, the way I do.
I think its time I stop loving *you.

By my sister who is now six feet under
This is by my sister
Cj Jan 2019
They tell you everything will get better
They tell you everything will be fine
But do they really
Because I’m the end we all end up dead
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