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Hunter Mar 2018
Deep in my mind
Where are you to find
You feel so cold to me
I wish you would just see
I look to you and feel the guilt
On this cracked life we've built
I am trapped in my mind
And We're right near the sign
It says run while you can
But I wanna be the man
I can only save one
You or me
Hunter Mar 2018
Someone hear my call
Please I wanna feel tall
I feel so small
I don't wanna fall
I don't wanna lose it all
But I'm hitting the wall
Please someone end me
I can't go on like this
Why can't people see
I'm someone no one will miss
Should the things you love give you so much sadness?
  Dec 2017 Hunter
Eric W
I wouldn't even recognize you,
nor you I.
How we have changed and grown,
how the years and loves
have formed us.
How the trials have toughened
or beaten us.

I hope you are well.

I hope that the world has not
stricken the love from you,
and that the lives which
surround you and which you surround
still smile upon your kind soul.

I hope you have not been beaten too much.

I hope you have faced down more trials
than have faced down you,
and that the things which you have conquered
have been strengthening instead of
diminishing to your spirit.

Of all hopes, I hope that you still
find a reason to smile
every day.
Hunter Nov 2017
Out at sea
Drifting along
Happy as a bee
What could go wrong?
Just big blue sky
Head full of thought
So give me another shot
Hunter Nov 2017
You have come back, why?
Wasn't it enough to see me die?
Wasn't it enough to see me consumed by hate
You led me to this fate
I can only blame the enemy I see in the mirror
You convince me bad thoughts clearer
You made this war
Now it will be you who is tore
But, I feel that I am lost
I have to get myself back at all cost
But I will not **** you
I need you though, you have a role
There's no dark without light
Not like this though, you are out of control
So I have to keep the fight
Me vs. Me
Sometimes your worst enemy is yourself.
  Nov 2017 Hunter
xy
Your life is a clock,
I was simply an hour.
When you’d tick I would tock,
But my talk would leave you sour.

My time passed by,
Your time is running short,
But those memories won’t die,
So to them I resort.

I hope your next hour treats you better than I did.
I hope it doesn’t cower like your eye to your eyelid.
I hope it kisses you like your ears to a vinyl.
And I hope your next hour doesn’t turn to be your final.
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