Sorry haven't been on here for a while. Got no inspiration and tbh I'm not a poet just a lost soul looking for who he is. I'm almost 20 and still not the same.

Ps. Thanks for all the positivity, I got surprised with it today:)

In my dreams
Everything is vague
The clearity will be there
When I open my eyes
And embrace this sleep-induced plague.

Well I'm like a weird book,

With pages unnumberd
And stories not told.
With a cover that's bended and not carefully folded.

If I stayed,
Would it be the same
As when I ran?
If I gave up,
Where would I be?
If I love,
Will it last?

I feel numb,
Everytime I doubt myself.

But what's the use of all these
Questions?
I don't know the answer.
But
what if?!

I finally know why I always have a plan-B,

It's because I'm really terrified Plan-A will fail.

I always want to say sorry,
Even when it's not my fault.
Because that's how it used to be,
That I'm getting blamed for everything.
So I'm sorry for being here at all.

I still try to do everything right.
I have to prove I can,
I just have to show that it wasn't always my fault.
I have to prove them wrong, even if I'll never see them again.
I just have to prove them wrong by proving my right.
I just can't fail, like the failure they think I am.

Thou are one witch I shall not see in the darkest places of our existence.
I will let thee drown in water, drown in thy sorrow and burn thy children. As there should be no continuance in thy existence. Thou are evil and filled with hatred.

Words unsaid,
unspoken and hushed.

Words unread,
unseen and erased.

Words unfelt,
untouched and anesthetized.

Are words meant to be lost?
Why else can we lose them in so many ways?

The words left unsaid, unread and unfelt are the words you’re not going to find in
the dictionary,
But only
In the
Mind.

As your love fills my woods,
Your heart beats like the heavy raindrops on the street.
Your hair like the movement of the leaves,
Your voice like the whispering of the wind.,
Your eyes, so gray as the calming sky.
Your smell, the reminder of my favourite moment
Your body as a strong tree, so beautiful and magnificent.

You are my autumn,

You bring the most memorable times to me.