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 Jan 2019 Gemma
Edmund black
As you can see
From
My perspective
I’m an old soul

Rhythm
and blues
Is where
My mind dwells...

At times
Some , would give
Their all  
To tango along
With my rhythm

But
They don’t give
A **** about
My blues ...................
 Jan 2019 Gemma
letitgoghh
My depression isn't how movies portray it. it isn't like one day the perfect boy will waltz into my life and I'd be okay. I wish it were that simple.
But you see, this depression of mine has planted it's roots so deep into my body and soul, I can feel it pumping through my veins.
Every moment of mine is laced with the dreaded feeling that I really don't want to be here.
My friends say I should be thankful to God that I'm alive but death seems more peaceful option.
this is just a rant
 Jan 2019 Gemma
letitgoghh
dear whoever is reading this,

i'm sorry if i have seem to cut you off or push you away, somewhere in my head, you gave me no other choice and it seemed like the best thing to do at that point.

i want to blame you for all the times you weren't there, for the birthdays you missed, for all the calls you missed and never bothered to call back, for all the times i needed a familiar voice to snap me back from my never ending nightmares.

i needed a friend to drag me back from my own personal hell, and to tell me that i'd be okay.

one thing  i've realized in my 21 years of existence is that everyone can play the blame game and point fingers, but that hasn't really got me anywhere.

so this is me, apologizing.  

for not being a better friend, for not being the person you wanted me to be, for not being there.

i'm sorry.
 Jan 2019 Gemma
letitgoghh
we loved too much
and we burned too bright
I loved too much
and held too tight
just to watch you turn around
and leave without a fight
I can’t blame you
I don’t even mind
because I knew better
than to think I was right
I’m sorry will never cut it
I don’t expect it to
but know, I can’t love another
like I love you.
Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day?
Thou art more lovely and more temperate.
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,
And summer’s lease hath all too short a date.
Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines,
And often is his gold complexion dimmed;
And every fair from fair sometime declines,
By chance, or nature’s changing course untrimmed.
But thy eternal summer shall not fade
Nor lose possession of that fair thou ow’st;
Nor shall death brag thou wand’rest in his shade,
When in eternal lines to time thou grow’st,
    So long as men can breathe or eyes can see,
    So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.
 Jan 2019 Gemma
Vic
Ready to leave
 Jan 2019 Gemma
Vic
A H G T K I M S O ******* I N G S A D K J G R Q S A J
O Y T A S K J S H E L P M E H T G Y I A D G K S A J D K
J I A M D O N E L I V I N G K J S A G H K H G F B M O
P J E A K E T R W Q H A K S J B O Y I A M S T U C K A
F T A H C N F D O C O N F U S I O N W H E M A L P K
S F E K J R W A S O T I R E D K J A K E L P C X N Z W M
H T E Y P A D H E L P M E H A S H T P L E A S E Y U T

Y O U L L N E V E R U N D E R S T A N D M E
 Jan 2019 Gemma
Emily Bronte
Love is like the wild rose-briar;
Friendship like the holly-tree.
The holly is dark when the rose-briar blooms,
But which will bloom most constantly?

The wild rose-briar is sweet in spring,
Its summer blossoms scent the air;
Yet wait till winter comes again,
And who will call the wild-briar fair?

Then, scorn the silly rose-wreath now,
And deck thee with the holly's sheen,
That, when December blights thy brow,
He still may leave thy garland green.
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