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May 2018 · 237
Do you ever?
Mysterious Mind May 2018
Do you ever find yourself infatiouted with others? Not with their body, but with their minds and their story.

Do you ever wonder how they became their present selves? What shaped their being to it’s current state.

Do you ever find yourself sifting through their thoughts? A desperate attempt to learn more about their desires, hopes and dreams.

Do you ever take a step back, to truly understand the caverns left unexplored in their mind? What broke them? What made them?

In a world that has grown superficial, I’m left in a place of teetering exploration. Traveling through the words spoken and those left unsaid. For I wonder, if I learn to understand those around me, those I care about, maybe that depth will ground us into something meaningful. Something worth fighting for.
To have meaning, is to have purpose. That’s what I aim for. It’s what I desire.
Dec 2017 · 239
Mysterious Mind Dec 2017
I have a passion to give.  
A passion to inflict love onto others.
A passion to become the best.

However, as the time peels by, the passion churns into an obsession. An obligation.

I must help others.
I must love others.
I must be the best.

The time keeps ticking, and even though I’m barely keeping my head above these flood of emotions, I must be this ideal, “passionate” person.

I’m failing.
I can’t keep up.
What have i become? These self-made obligations are killing me.

I’ve become obsessed with giving so much of myself that i didn’t notice i was drowning.
I don’t have the energy to keep going. But i must.

How do you recover from giving so much of yourself, when you have nothing left to give? To others? To myself?

This life of passion has made me hollow and i just want to feel again. No matter the cost, because i must.
Relapse is a *****.
Oct 2017 · 212
Mysterious Mind Oct 2017
Hello old friend,
I've missed you.
And the dark blanket you skillfully wrap around me.
I was a fool to think you were in the past.
When in reality I've always been your *****.
Always will be.
Until you finally call me home.
Sinking lower every day.
Oct 2017 · 234
The hurt
Mysterious Mind Oct 2017
You played me like a fiddle and while I was lost in the enchanting music being slithered into my ear, you undressed me.
Are you happy now?
Oct 2017 · 301
Who am I?
Mysterious Mind Oct 2017
The chaos of the world has drown me.
My hopes.
My values.
My dreams.
And I can only ponder the thought of what could have been.
What I could of been.
The blanket of night brings back the illustrations of my past.
Who I was.
Why did I hate her so much?

Now I envy to be her.
I craved change, and now, I resent it.
Nov 2016 · 480
To the rose
Mysterious Mind Nov 2016
There once was a rose, so gallant and proud. With its rosey red color, it brought a new light to the world. Slowly but surely, the rose began to fade. It reached out to the world, offering nothing but shame. Crying for the dreams it once vividly shared, the hopes that fell in red little drops that caused all to stare. What had the rose done, to deserve such a punishment?
An old note of mine that I recently found on my phone. I can go through the daily motions and feel glorious, but it's always the silent veil of the night that gets me. That allow these thoughts and feelings to surface.
Jan 2016 · 435
Mysterious Mind Jan 2016
I don't think you understood what you did to me. Your words consumed me. Abused me. And I broke. Accusation after accusation, name after name.  Until I became physically exhausted--the only proof of the shattered fragments my mind had become. I tried to stay strong, I tried to stay happy, I tried to live on. But alas, even the strongest have a breaking point.
I'm so mentally, physically and emotionally exhausted... I don't think this earth was meant for me..
Dec 2015 · 442
Sad love
Mysterious Mind Dec 2015
If I floated away into the stars tonight
Would you notice or even care?
Would you whisper my name with sorrow's soft fare?
Or would you walk away?
And continue your colorful life
Without this shade of gray?

For tomorrow's delight
Can only exist
In the absence of despair.
This isn't fair. Do you even have feelings for me? Or were those three words just some cruel joke? I've always been the odd one out: fat, ugly, worthless. Don't you dare play with my heart for a quick laugh. I only have so much hope left for this world. My world.
Oct 2015 · 1.1k
Mysterious Mind Oct 2015
I'm a complainer who shows the world a mask, carved from the most skilled of hands.
I'm not truly me.
I'm a cover up.
A fake.
But that's ok, because I don't  even know me.
Feb 2015 · 547
My life.
Mysterious Mind Feb 2015
Everyone saw she was drowning
But offered no hand
In fear they would drown too
I have no friends. I have no life. And now I don't even have myself.
Feb 2015 · 776
Mysterious Mind Feb 2015
My disposable plastic heart has been crushed one too many times.
RIP baby girl<3
Feb 2015 · 2.7k
Mysterious Mind Feb 2015
And her silent screaming went unheard by those she loved most.
Jan 2015 · 2.4k
Mysterious Mind Jan 2015
Scars are more than marks on our arms. They are the words  to a story,  
exploring the once upon a time secret  that had wrote itself into our lives.
Jan 2015 · 724
I saw you.
Mysterious Mind Jan 2015
I saw you.
In a room full of people,
Yet sitting by yourself.
Head to fist,
And black kissed your lips.

I saw you.
With your headphones In,
Drowning out the world around you
Won't you just let us in?

I saw you.
Wearing a veil of black,
with your paper white skin,
and death-ridden cheeks.

I saw you
and your hesitant smile.
With eyes that laid dormant,
From all the revile

I saw you today.
When you thought no one was looking,
and im yelling for you,
Shouting I'm here.
For my classmate.
Jan 2015 · 320
Mysterious Mind Jan 2015
And in that moment I couldn't breathe
The life was drawn out of me from a pain that wrecked me to the depths of my soul--and then I wept. For those I had lost, for those I had pushed away and for my selfish self. The tears paved delicate paths on my swollen cheeks and I needed the soft touch that only he could provide. But he was long gone to a place of no return. I had lost him, not only him, I had lost myself. I can pretend but I can never be. A floating shell, masking the emptiness inside. And I realized I can never truly be full again. I can just float-- waiting, searching, failing. I can just live this shallow life until the shell cracks and I become dust. Worthless, lifeless  endless dust.
Jan 2015 · 1.5k
She had
Mysterious Mind Jan 2015
She had the mind of a demon,
the heart of a lover,
the eyes of a sailor,
and the mouth of a poet.
Jan 2015 · 269
Mysterious Mind Jan 2015
I write in permanet ink
because mistakes are real
in the moment
and I don't want to lose that feel,
that reality.
Jan 2015 · 490
Mysterious Mind Jan 2015
And what's the point?
What can I really do about anything?
I'm officially broken
But I have to pretend I'm full.
My cage is my own trechrous mind
and my cries are drowned out In the rambles around me.
I am insignificant.
I am unimportant.
I am nothing.

Jan 2015 · 598
Mysterious Mind Jan 2015
Sometimes, you are stuck in the past, thinking what could have been. But the best thing to do is, pick up the pieces, put them back together and move on. Because a finished puzzle is more clear than one left undone.
Jan 2015 · 359
Mysterious Mind Jan 2015
But baby, those were the days..
back when self-expression was not a lesson
And shying was not because of lying

Oh baby, I miss those days
       With you
              With love
                     With hope and vanity

Baby, let's go back, just you and me
                   Oh, I see... It's just not meant to be

Baby, my darling,

Without you there's just nothing to see,
         To feel
              To love
                   To be

Baby, I need you    
            I love you
                 I JUST WANT TO BE FREE.


Oct 2014 · 3.2k
I love you..
Mysterious Mind Oct 2014
And I have loved you
since the beginning of time
And I will love you
until the end of my time
to the end of all time
and **beyond
But do you love me?
You ****** up my feelings, now I deserve an answer.
Oct 2014 · 3.2k
Mysterious Mind Oct 2014
But in the end
what unites us is not
the menacing sins of the past
but the braving hope
for the future
Hope is a strange thing. It has the power to influence the world in a positive way but it is often overcasted with doubt. Stay hopeful<3
Oct 2014 · 802
I'm fine
Mysterious Mind Oct 2014
Don't worry child
you will be alright
just hold it in
you will soon see the light

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