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Kay Jun 2016
The world is my audience,
I am on stage,
No emotions left,
Just a puppet in a cage.
Reaching out,
Waiting for a hand,
The only one they give me,
Is clap and stand.
They try to break me,
Waiting for it to end.
But they cannot break,
What only bends.
Kay May 2016
I dont know how to undo what ive done
The click of a button and suddenly I'm lost
Sweating and swearing wanting to run
Wishing there was a way out of this mess..

Soon you'll know just how i feel
The suspense is killing me... waiting...
My mind is spinning i wish this wasn't real
The seconds turn to minutes.. hours.. and days.

Why haven't you responded? Was it really that bad?
Love isn't such a terrible thing to confess...
But now I've lost the only friend I've ever had..
What is wrong with me, I should've left it alone.

Now years have gone and i cant get it out of my head
Searching for you and praying that you return
I take back everything I ever said..
Tricking my mind to believe the feelings are gone.

You're gone for good there's no denying
Funny how its a pattern.. people leaving..
Now wondering if all along they were lying
Just to torture you with their friendship...
Kay May 2016
Used and bruised like a broken porcelain doll,
kicked down and pushed around behind these prison walls.
Wrote letters and letters that just piled up,
because what I had to say to you just wasn't enough.
The arguments and dreadful thoughts scream inside my head,
lingering inside of me wishing I were dead.
Missing and wishing are emotions brought just recently,
Since the night I lost you..the accident.. just haunts me.
And it plays over and over in my head...
The violent screams, the screeching tires.
A splash of blood, the burning fire.
How could this happen in the blink of an eye, all my life's worth ripped away that night..
I hurt you to death so I hurt myself more,
I trap myself away behind this locked up door.
Piles of paper wishing you were here,
fill up my wishing well year by year.
I wanna rip my heart out no matter what the cost,
I'd rather rot in hell than lose what I have lost.
But reality, it hits me, I'll never really die,
because the worst of all punishments is to forever be alive... and it plays over inside my head...
The violent cry, the screeching tires.
A splash of blood, the burning fire...
How could this happen?! in the blink of an eye?? ALL my life's worth just ripped away that night.... oh that dreadful night...
Kay May 2016
I built a magical world inside my mind, where no one can enter but the world is mine. There's dungeons and dragons and no one feels pain, and magical fairies dance in the rain. There's darkness and angels who carry the dead, it's all in this magical place in my head. Porcelain dolls, they come to life, they tell you their secrets and hand you a knife. The walls come alive and give you a push, and everything's dark and turns to mush. Dripping with black and red rivers flow, swirling in circles, you fall below. A place where there's no need to fear pills, cuz they only cure sadness not give you free-will. Lights float around you can catch in your hand, there's no need for clocks cuz nothing is planned. It's all harmless you see? Cuz it's only me, I can't harm myself unless I go free. But the outside world is full of sickness and crooks, so I built this world thru movies and books. Someday I'll return to the world outside, and my magical world will have finally died. Cuz even I can get lonely you see... Cuz inside my head it's always just me.
My imagination and depression mixed into one

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