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Paige Error Mar 2020
Promises you made to me
You said that you would stay
You said we’d stay together until we could both run away
Here I am feeling betrayed
Cause when you had the chance
You flew away from the promises you made
I totally just liked this part of Hadestown
Paige Error Mar 2020
Poetry
From the love to the hate
The words can elate
My aching heart
And from the start
I’ve fallen in love
With words like a dove
Because when words relate
Even if you think it’s too late
It’s can show you’re not alone
Even if you are at home
And words suspended in time
All laced with rhyme
Hug me tight
Show me it’s alright
And that there’s a light
Called poetry
Mar 2020 · 139
Confliction Conversation
Paige Error Mar 2020
So...
how's it been
it's been a while
I think I like you
but,
I'm scared:
of getting hurt.
of you being distant.
of getting my hopes up.
but,
What if:
I like it?
it actually works out?
I'm finally free of my past?
but,
I know that I overthink everything
and now everyone knows
...
why does that bother me?
Is it because:
deep down inside I know you don't like me back?
I'm not sure if I like you or the thought of you?
I'm guilty that I'm over HIM this fast?
but,
Am I REALLY over HIM?
yes
he was never the one for me
but,
what if HE was?
no
not HIM
dear God please not HIM
...
Sorry I lost my train of thought
what did I decide?
Oh right
Overthink it until I can let it go
thank you
I had almost forgotten
So
...
how's it been
it's been a while.
Mar 2020 · 158
Time
Paige Error Mar 2020
Some say that time marches on
a steady tempo droning forever
but I like to think that notions wrong
time dances with ebbs and flows
twirling gracefully to each dawn
and sometimes time falls
crashing down on you like concrete walls.
slowly... time stands
timidly and bruised
one foot then two
a little dazed and confused
but Time always dances on again
lightly swaying but mused
Time dances to its own pace
their metronome abused
Sorry, I'm a little rusty. It's been a while
Jan 2020 · 92
Under the moon
Paige Error Jan 2020
I know you for a reason. We met for a reason. The second I met you, I fell in love. The second you met me, you finally felt something. And it scared you. I'm scared. Right now, I'm absolutely terrified.  because I thought it'd never feel like this. I thought it never could. I lost my favorite person, and now I've found them again and If god is real and things really do hapen for a reason than nicole lead me straight to you and no one will ever understand it, because we share the same soul and that's why we'll never work. Because we're the same. We're both sociopaths. Dad always told me sociopaths can love. But their love is limited. and he limited his to me, and i limited mine too absolutely everything. That's why it hurts so badly. He says I've fulfilled him and he cried. I cried. We sat holding hands crying for 2 hours because i  can't live without him, and the second I let him go, I was going to have to let him go for good. I'm walking away now. This is where I leave it. But that's a lie. I can't walk away from him and I never will because if you truly Love someone, and loving and being in love are not the same thing, than that never goes away so matter the pain or the distance. I love him. We think the same way. We share the same mind. He told me that once. He told me I'm the female version of him. He acknowledged it. But he's the broken one. I'm not some broken thing to be fixed or saved, I'm just a girl who needs to be loved. And he loves me. But he can't love me. He's not in love with me. Simply, because he can't love. And I still love him. ****, I ******* love him. 7 billion people, and we end in the same place at the same time and we have soemthing this special that no words but his and mine to each other can describe or express and for a moment that's enough. But what are the odds. What are the ******* odds of that. Under this moon.
Sep 2019 · 267
I can’t loose you too
Paige Error Sep 2019
45 days have past since I have written last
Not that I haven’t tried
but I couldn’t find the words to
Until tonight that is because something just isn’t right
You were supposed to arrive at nine but it’s midnight and
…nothing
Are you okay since you’ve been away
I know it’s probably fine
and just paranoia on my mind
…but what if it’s not
I feel helpless as time goes on and you’re still gone
Honey are you ok?
Please be ok.
Jun 2019 · 122
Yellow
Paige Error Jun 2019
A long long time ago I asked you what your favorite color was. You paused and said yellow. Up until then yellow was just a color but now. Now it’s everywhere. And every time I see yellow I smile because I think of you. You just radiate beautifully hopefull innocent optimistic yellow. And whenever I feel like the world is caving in and the minutia of it all has dragged me to the end of my strength. I see a dandelion, or a honey bee, or even a bottle of lemonade and it’s like we’re back in sophomore year sitting on your bedroom floor looking up cheesy pickup lines and playing killer bunnies. Even though you’re 900 miles away blessing a new territory with your grace. You know I’ll always love you to the giant black hole in the center of the universe and, though it is physically impossible, back. I’ll see you in Mormon heaven because I know you’re gonna baptize my name once I’m dead XD.
You would be so sad to see how bad the spacing outs gotten since you left.
May 2019 · 272
Your Smile
Paige Error May 2019
Your smile brightens up my day
And I feel inclined to say
I wouldn’t want it any other way
You may think this is a cute poem about love but it’s actually about the Pringles guy.
May 2019 · 220
The old world
Paige Error May 2019
Oh honey how you thrill me
And you know I’m too blind to see
How bad you are for my mind
But you’ve been so kind
And we have such a great past
It’s too bad it didn’t last
but here you are
Apologizing for the scars
How you messed with my head
How I wish I was dead
You know I long to go back
To the girl I was before the attack
I like to think I’m stronger now
I just have to forget how
You used to be my world
May 2019 · 416
Dear Rolemate
Paige Error May 2019
I love you. You are beautiful and the most adventurous person I know. You make my life exciting and I’m glad I got to know you. I can’t wait for our next adventure or at least to scream out school song at each other again. Our friendship is alpha friendship!
Sincerely,
Your very messy other half <3
I know you come in here to check up on us. ILY baby gorl
Mar 2019 · 288
Just another swipe
Paige Error Mar 2019
I love the thought of being with him.
On paper he’s perfect.He sticks in my thoughts from time to time. I imagine romantic outings and humble cuddles. He’s shy and his smile brightens up my day. I find myself hoping it’s him when ever my phone rings. But I can’t help but feel that maybe I don’t like him but rather the thought of not being so alone. When your whole friend group is in love you become oddly aware of how alone you are.
Written while listening to hobo Johnson
Mar 2019 · 379
A ray of sunshine
Paige Error Mar 2019
Sometimes all you need is some sunshine, fresh air, and a message from someone 950 miles away.
I love you to the giant black hole in the center of the universe and defying the laws of physics to get back.
Mar 2019 · 3.2k
The Hub
Paige Error Mar 2019
Isn’t it amazing how a crowded room can make you feel so alone.
They’re already trying to turn me against a person who’s a thousand times the people they are
Mar 2019 · 201
Snow globe
Paige Error Mar 2019
Words drift slowly falling like snowflakes in my mind. Covering my midscape with fluffy flakes of diction. Words of hate and love spasticly fluttering to the ground. Snow is beautiful, white, and pristine. Some words are too but, others are heavy, dark, and cruel. Those are like blizzards plummeting in mass amounts sending my mind into a snow globe of chaos. The thing I struggle with remembering is that snow globes settle. So maybe if I can just get through this week where constant paranoia is coming down like hail. Things will be better. Or at least I hope.
Paige Error Jan 2019
Honestly I miss you
I wish I didn’t
I wish I could hate you
But you were so perfect for me
I’m not even sure what went wrong
Were you afraid?
Afraid of losing me
Because my lungs did heal
I’m no longer critical
Were you guilty?
Haunted by mistakes I had already forgiven
Because you hurt me but I still loved you
You said I deserved someone better
That’s sweet hon but I didn’t want someone better
I wanted you to stop distancing yourself from me
I wanted you period
I loved you
And you told me you loved me
Or was that a lie too?
Jan 2019 · 250
Friendship
Paige Error Jan 2019
Sitting idly
Silently
Watching
Or just existing
Paige Error Jan 2019
I’m trapped inside my personal prison.
A terrible place full of beautiful words expertly crafted for create wonderful weapons. Not the kind that pierces the flesh… well not all the time. But rather ravishes the mind. Singing sweetly a song of solitary suffering. Planting lavish lies lamenting friendships lost. Calmly convincing me of my infinitesimal importance in the world. Seductively whispering solutions in my ear. How tempting an escape sounds so tantalizingly close. But then I go to write my final thoughts from my desolately dark mind and I don’t know how to say goodbye. So I look into the eyes of my best friend and retreat the the safety of my personal prison.
Movie have happy endings right?
Paige Error Dec 2018
I’m not a good person
But I would argue that nobody is
We all are monsters deep down inside
Maybe that’s why I fell in love with one
Dec 2018 · 307
Charon
Paige Error Dec 2018
Lights flicker lamentfully leaning left. The metallic groan of the ship echoes through its chasms. It travels swiftly growing soft as it ventures further into the depths. The crash of waves ceaselessly chanting like an old drinking song. Cargo shifts suddenly straining against its restraint. The dank and damp deck is desolately decorated. In the dim light shadows torture the imagination with visions of fantastic nightmares and beautiful beasts. A violent stop sends you reeling backwards. You’re stomach fills with lead as you reluctantly climb to your feet. The door cracks open to reveal hollow eyes. As the door widens you are greeted by a devilish grin belonging to a devilishly handsome fellow. He exstends his hand but not in offering. No, this was a sinister demand. With shaking hands you sacrifice two golden coins to his strong hand. He grins and holds the door open for you with grandeur. Your breath catches in your thoat. Fear strangles you silently spreading though your body. Paralysis plagues you presently playing with your mind. But this is no time for fear. This is time for peace. So with closed eyes and baited breath you pass through the door and into eternity.
I really love Greek mythology so I thought I’d write about it
Paige Error Dec 2018
I watch my breath dance through the air.
It swirls and glides beautifully until it dissipates in the wind. I take in a deep breath letting the icy air fill my stale lungs. I instantly regret it as they reject the cold in the wonderful way my lungs do. I find myself gasping for air in between the coughs. This time it knocks me to my knees. I note how striking crimson is in the snow. Slowly I drag myself to my feet. How many was that today? Five? Six? I’ve lost track ever since I’ve gotten sick there doesn’t even need to be a trigger for an attack to happen and they’ve been growing more violent by the day. I can’t say I’m not scared. In fact I’m terrified because no one knows exactly why I’m getting worse. But even that would be more bearable if I wasn’t doing it alone.
I stopped texting people first and I stopped talking to anyone at all
Paige Error Dec 2018
You took away not only my body but my sense of saftey. Leaving only this empty shell and incessant paranoia. If only I had the courage to scream but it seems that you stole that too. Plucking everything that I was away from me one peice at a time. What did you do with all these peices? Do you still have them thrown in a box somewhere next to some old comics? Or did you throw them away just like you threw me away as soon as you found someone better?
Dec 2018 · 305
This is me
Paige Error Dec 2018
Hello
I am never going to be your first choice
More like the French fry at the bottom of the bag.
I’m not what you’d choose first
Or second
Or even third
But when there’s no other options
You might find me and be pleasantly surprised
So when you’ve run out of better options
Of friendships
Or relationships
Ill be here ready to take over your heart
Or at least your spare time
And if you need somebody to use
Or to break into pieces to rummage for spare parts
Go right ahead because if I can help you at the cost of myself
Maybe I’ll actually feel something for once.
Dec 2018 · 7.2k
Love?
Paige Error Dec 2018
They say that love is
Deep
Kind
Long
and Wide
But for me love is
Dead
Dark
Elusive
and Painful
And when my tear stained face finds a gentle hand to wipe away my sorrows
I fall in love
Or perhaps I fall in line
I’m not sure there’s a difference anymore
Dec 2018 · 208
A silent plea
Paige Error Dec 2018
Please just don't leave
.
.
.
Everyone else has come and gone
.
.
.
And I don't know if I can lose someone else.
Too bad there’s no good reason for you to stay
Dec 2018 · 527
A Damsel in Defense
Paige Error Dec 2018
My head is spinning like the vinyl record I bought you for Valentine’s Day.
I thought a break from the stresses of pre-engineering.
Would be good for me but if that means being near you maybe not.
So I’ll just lock myself in the highest tower of my mind and pretend I’m
Far
           Far
                           Away
I’d let you in but I kinda chopped off my hair
Dec 2018 · 173
No
Paige Error Dec 2018
No
Should I have to say more?
Dec 2018 · 165
This time I’m gonna stay
Paige Error Dec 2018
Hello again beautiful.
How have you been?
It’s been awhile.
I’ve missed your beautiful serenity
Your eyes like the void I could get lost in.
You would like that wouldn’t you?
To spend and eternity with me?
Hold me forever in your warm arms.
You tell me this as you beckon me to that ledge love.
It’s been awhile my lovely Death.
So in your absence I’ve started to fall in love with Life.
And yes with all relationships there are fights and arguments and days you want to just give up
,but as I started to walk out in life
I was grabbed by a shaking hand who didn’t want to lose their friend.
I thought for a second of how crush i would be if I lost him.
So I turned around and decided that life could be just as beautiful as death.
Paige Error Dec 2018
I think that possibly maybe perhaps this could work. Cause I’m not saying I’m falling for you but your excitement for life is beautiful and contagious and I can’t help but crack a smile when my phone pings. It’s not anything yet but maybe it has potential to grow.
Yee haw buckaroos let’s change things up
Dec 2018 · 132
Seven
Paige Error Dec 2018
Seven days until I am hurtled back into hell crashing like a meteor and shattering on impact. I thought I was broken here but back there I’m going to be pulverized and unable to show any weakness. I just can’t wait to smile and converse with the man who said he loved me as he shoved me into the pavement. Or perhaps the one who was waiting for me in my drive way the day after we broke up. Or even worse …her. I don’t know if I can look into her beautiful eyes that used to love me and see the pain that I caused her. I just want to climb out of a window onto the roof and jump into the void.
Back to the house that broke me
Dec 2018 · 176
Lone·li·ness {noun}
Paige Error Dec 2018
•The feeling of utter isolation from the world even when surrounded by “friends and family”.
•The belief that not a single soul would miss you if you were dead.
• Being eradicated from social gathering because of one stupid rumor.
•Not even wanting to socialize with the two people who might care a little.

-Synonyms: Me
I wish you hadn’t stopped me from jumping
Dec 2018 · 180
Set fire to the words
Paige Error Dec 2018
Burn them all
Burn all of the words that suggest that everything is not okay
Burn them all
451 degrees is all you need to erase the pain
Words unspoken can’t be true
I take them back
All of them
Burn them all
Everything is fine
Nothing bad has ever happened to me
No one has every hurt me
I am perfectly happy
Burn them all
Conform to the hub of society
Be happy
Be whole
Befriend those who conform
Shun those who don’t
Take all of those words that define you
And burn them all
Then sit in the flames and burn too.
And when they see the ashes of your soul they’ll see that fire is society.
Paige Error Nov 2018
I shared with you my favorite things.
Not tangable stuff like diamond rings
But things that showed you who I am
Cause you were harmless as a lamb

I shared with you my favorite movie
It became yours too as if to prove we
Were meant to be together all along
Especially when we sang that song
I could tell our love was strong

I shared with you my favorite book
We read together in our little nook
Our secret part of the library
And though at first you were wary
I knew it was you I’d want to marry

I shared with you my deepest fears
how loneliness had stung with tears
and you just held me in your arms
Threatening death to whoever harms
Me. While I fell for all your charms

I shared with you all of my heart
Knowing for sure you are the best part
Of everything that came in life
That with you I could forget my strife
And become your humble, loving wife.

You took from my my favorite things
I wish it had only been the rings
I haven’t watched that movie since
And when I read I always wince
Cause on my heart you left some prints
And that was my love you decided to mince

yes it seems you left some scars
Yet I’m not mad the blame was ours
To share because I made a mistake
And the worst decision I have yet to make
Is never saying sorry and just leaving you to ache.
Paige Error Nov 2018
Night time hurts.
Not because I am alone.
I am always alone in a sense.
No. Because at night I remember.
I remember all the time I wasted being depressed and anxious.
I remember all the bruises I’ve had to hide.
I remember how unloved I truly am.
But most of all I remember that I am broken.
And the harsh awareness of how broken you feel is the most painful thing of all.
Sorry but this poem has nothing to do with fall out boy or Panic! At the Disco
Nov 2018 · 139
Those three words
Paige Error Nov 2018
...





















I am depressed.
<3
Paige Error Nov 2018
Life is hard
There is always something to live for
Please don’t give up!
Keep fighting
Things will get better
But if I forget that
I want you to remember
Because I hate myself
But I want to you to be okay.
Let me be your twisted inspirational speaker
Nov 2018 · 246
I/You
Paige Error Nov 2018
I
Hate that I am sad all the time.
You
Should not have to put up with me.
I
Will just cut myself off from the world
You
Should just forget about me
I
Hate myself
You
Don’t even notice the pain anymore
I
Am close to the edge
You
Wouldn’t even notice if I was gone
I
Will miss
You
You is a general term don’t at me
Nov 2018 · 253
Who am I?
Paige Error Nov 2018
I’m losing myself
Or at least the lies
That build the walls
For two whole years
That keeps me sane
That kept me whole
Cause what he did
Did take a toll
Now the dice I roll
Tell me to speak
Leaving the pain at it’s peak
Cause words aren’t real until they are
And speaking them has left a scar
The kind that makes you question who you are
Leaving my sanity in its wake
And I can’t even catch a brake
And I know that I have made it far
But I’m numb inside …

And when I’m not
I’m waiting for my blood to clot
Apologies running endlessly
Cause I’m ashamed of who I am
I like the mask
I like the persona I devised
The one I built up on those lies
And now they’re gone and here I am
More broken then I’ve ever been
A burden to the only friend
I’ve ever told those cursêd words
That show you what I truly am...

The lies are happiness I fear
And who I am is nowhere near
Being anything but sad
And a little hurt
And a little mad
The walls I built came crashing down
Now at my feet
in them I drown
I need to heal my broken heart
And I do not know where to start
Plus my grades have missed their mark
And honestly I want to die
But I’m to ******* scared to try
Jumping off the edge to fly
So I sit here asking why?
And pondering to myself
who am I?
Nov 2018 · 117
We
Paige Error Nov 2018
We
I’m feeling lonely I should text a friend
-No. You will just bother them-
But I like getting texts from my friends maybe they like getting texts from me
-Are you kidding that would imply that they actually think of you as a friend-
But they said I was their friend
-You ignorant **** they’re just making fun of the fat girl. You don’t even deserve friends-
Everyone deserves to have friends and be happy
-Yes everyone does deserve to be happy. Too bad you’re just a grotesquely obese pig-
I’m not really that fat am I?
-You look like a pig stuffed in an ice cream cone. You’re actually disgusting and should die alone-
Maybe you’re right.
-Of course I’m right. I’m you. Would I ever lie to you-
I think I should know if you did
-Exactly. So we’re agreed then you may never text your friends because they don’t deserve to have their time wasted due to a useless nobody like us-
Yes we’re agreed
Conversations in my head
Paige Error Nov 2018
Hello old friend
How I missed you in my absence
In the darkest time you were always there your matalic smile glinting in the dim light
I missed the slick way you dance across my skin
Gracefully gliding leaving a ribbon of beautiful crimson across your pale stage
I know your destructive nature but how I love to dance with death
Sinking into the void only to awake the next day with a little less will and a lifetime of pain
How I yearn to be held in his strong arms and dance slowly into oblivion because who would miss the girl with the pale blue eyes. Ask, dear friend and find no one ever cared to look past her glasses. If I never woke up again not a soul would miss me they would simply miss the smile I masked my pain with. They would miss my bubbly personality that has been adopted after years of acting like everything was fine. Plus if I die my writing will be here forever an eternal piece of my soul representing the realest part of me
My pain
So old friend the question stands
Shall we rekindle our fire? Or should I sleep and just feel a different kind of pain?
With all respect if I die please don’t join me
Paige Error Nov 2018
I wish I had met you before.
Before I was broken
Before the world convinced you life was war
Before we both wanted to die.
I wish I could have spared you from your pain.
I wish I could have covered your scars of hate and convinced you that you mattered
That someone out there cared enough to stop everything and run to you whenever you called out.
Someone who was simply wherever you needed them to be.
I wish I had met you before that fateful day
I wish you hadn’t felt so alone
I wish that I hadn’t felt so alone
Because we were alone at the exact same time just 800 miles apart.
I wish we could have been there for each other or at lest we could felt alone together.
I wish that we had met before but I wonder if you like me before I became…me.
You my friend are a white knight trying to save everyone but yourself. I used to be like that until I was too late to many times. I started to believe that everyone I was protecting was suffering because of me.
I used to be so bright eyed about the world. I loved socializing and was so excited for life. Would we have ever even spoke? Would you still like me back then or is the reason we get along so well because we both shattered beyond repair and in trying to sweep up the pieces we accidentally swept up some of each other. Maybe we can heal this way. Maybe we can start figuring out the puzzles of our old selves. Swapping out pieces with each other. Collecting some from others along the way. But this time we won’t be alone or at least we can be alone together.
Bet
Nov 2018 · 309
A letter never sent.
Paige Error Nov 2018
To the man who broke me,
People kept telling me I let you do it. That I shouldn't have let you hold me close when I knew you were so clumsy. I wanted to scream in opposition. I wanted desperately for them to see from my perspective. I wished upon a thousand stars for someone anyone to just listen and tell me it was not my fault. Days went by, then weeks, months, a year, two years. I was drowning in their words, thick as molasses. Frantically clawing at the truth trying to keep my grasp on reality. My inner demons with jagged, crooked smiles ripped me from my goal. I was swept away plummeting to the bottom of a sea of lies. You can find me there trying to swim to the surface only to find a cement bag tied to my leg impeding any progress. With each attempt I fall tired and more submissive to the blame that surrounds me. Until I found it easier to lay down and let their words become my reality. My life became an ocean of blame all laid neatly upon my shoulders. So now when I apologize for everything just know its years of conditioning and now that I've finally found people who assure me that it was not my fault know that I'm trying to believe it isn't but the voices in my head won't stop screaming that it is.
Sincerely,
~ a broken soul
Nov 2018 · 125
sNOw
Paige Error Nov 2018
I used to love the snow more than anything.
I used to feel the glow of exultation whenever I saw those fluffy flakes.
            I still like snow, but it will never be the same.
It takes me back to the day I fell in love with my beast.
You picked me up in that ***** old pickup of yours.
I can still smell the dust and grease from years of traveling gravel roads.
             Thinking of it feels like suffocating.
It was cold but sunny and the sky was a vibrant blue.
Almost as blue as your eyes.
You smiled at me from the drivers seat.
I smiled back.
This was my first date ever and I was so excited to be sharing it with the guy of my dreams.
            When did you change?
We had the best time sliding.
            I still haven't gone sliding since.
You gave me your gloves and when I said I was fine you just pointed out that I speak quietly when I'm lying.
            You knew me better than anyone.
            You used to care so much.
We went inside and had hot chocolate with extra marshmallows because you always were obsessed with the little things.
            I didn't know how it would drive me crazy later.
The perfect date ended with cuddling next the fireplace. You told me you wanted to stay there forever.
            I should have known that a forever next to a fire always
            leads to burns.
I fell in love with the boy with messy hair. Who used to walk me to my car. The boy who was terrified when I started getting more and more sick. The boy who held me as I violently shook just trying to breathe. The boy who I spent everyday with. The boy who gave me the next book in my favorite series for Christmas filled to the brim with quotes about love. The boy who would slow dance with me in his room listening to his record collection.
           When you left me you had changed. You stopped singing with me in the car. There were no good morning texts. No hello sunshine greetings. You stopped turning in your homework. You stopped debating me on all of our stupid little topics. You stopped talking to me in general. You had lost your passion for life. Did I do that? Did I do something wrong? Did I create the monster that currently haunts me dreams. The guy who didn't talk unless it was to fight. The guy who broke my car door by slamming it too hard. The guy who ignored me for a full month. The guy who refused to go to Prom with me. The guy who talked constantly with another girl. The guy who left me for her.
I think of all this when it snows.
I think of all of the things I could have done differently.
I think of how deep down inside myself I know I still love you.
Paige Error Nov 2018
I'm Sorry.
This simple phrase
has been burnt into my head
after years of believing everything
bad that happened was my fault. Simply
because you blamed me for every little thing.
Here they never let me blame myself for the
little things. Even though I apologize for
almost everything. Slowly with time
I have started to repeat another
simple little phrase
Thank you.
Paige Error Nov 2018
When you're more sick than you let on people don't expect you to crumple into a ball, choking on nothing, gasping for the precious air we take for granted. Sometimes death just likes to stare at me from across the room. Forcing the air out of my lungs causing every breath to feel like glue.  I've gotten very acquainted with death. The thought of death has become my home when my real home killed me inside. Things have changed though my dearest, Death. I have made a home within these new walls. I am at home with these new people that care about me more then "life long friends" ever did. When I started coughing I heard how scared you sounded. It finally hit me how much you cared. I made a silent vow to get better because for the first time in forever I had someone who would miss me when I was gone. I suddenly had a whole crowd of concerned friends who only wanted me to heal. I look at these people I live with and realize that no matter how lonely I feel I will never have to suffer alone. I might come from a broken home but I finally found a place where I belong.
Nov 2018 · 1.2k
Issa Mood~ZZ
Paige Error Nov 2018
My day ******.  Walk down the street and flash smiles at familiar faces.  Deep down though you feel that its nothing.  People walking past, keeping up their appearance, never letting down their guard or letting people know their true self.  No one walks past really caring how your day went, what you are going through, or what is motivating you to keep going.  They walk past flash their fake smiles and keep on with their day because just like your day, their day ****** too.  It seems like we are on a hamster wheel never-ending, continuous, and just draining.  Each day we get on and wear ourselves out, for what?  Searching for answers, seeking purpose, guarding our emotions, and hiding our true selves.  Why can't we just open up?  Why not just let loose and just say whatever, who cares, eff it, because in the end does it really matter?  Do the small talk and the fake smiles really make a difference for other people in our lives? Or are we putting on appearances that are unnecessary and relentless and simply just exhausting? We must make other people's days while our days ****, day in and day out.  We don't need a world full of Oscar the Grouches, but why can't we just try to be real and find true human connection.  The more we seek this, the less happy we all become, so why not just stop acting and start being real, so you can help other people realize that their is possibly a light at the end of their tunnel, just like their could be for you.  Who knows, your sucky day could just be the start of something great, or not...but you won't know until you push through and make it your journey, your adventure, your week, your day, or even just your little moment.  So when you think your life *****, know that issa mood. -ZZ
Nov 2018 · 300
Night personified
Paige Error Nov 2018
Night time falls revealing the grandeur of a vast kingdom. As the sun slinks silently and sullenly to sleep a new world burst to life. The stars dance across the sky, one by one gracefully twinkling to life with the music of the night. The wind sprints across the plain playfully chasing the amber waves. They laugh and play transforming the peaceful pasture into a lively landscape. As the world goes to bed imagination emerges and immerses the world into a dream. Clouds float peacefully meandering across the sky listening to the sweet melodies of a nocturnal sinfonietta. Crickets and owls harmonize happily under the moons silver rays. The world is at peace tonight. Finally I am at peace with it.
Nov 2018 · 229
Sleep
Paige Error Nov 2018
Sleep. Elusive sleep. It slithers around my throat tightening its grip. Forcing my eyes to sag. It drags me under as I desperately cling to consciousness. I claw at the edge of the void trying desperately yet fruitlessly because I am ripped from my realty and into the unknown. No. Not the unknown but rather the hideous crevices of my mind. I am slammed up against the wall chackled to my Id. I can hear the heavy, dragging footsteps of my repressed memories. My captors are my past. They are the pain I felt. They loom over me and suddenly I feel as if my reality is shattered and I’m back with him. I scream as I feel the bruises materialize to their old homes. I cry out as my skin splits itself open again old faded scars reinvigorated with the flow of blood across my skin. I curl into a ball questioning if the sweet release of morning wil ever come... Then I feel your hands. It makes me sick. those tools of torture that stripped me of my sanity and self worth. Those big grimy ******* hands that tore away parts of me piece by piece until all I was was afraid. Even now he’s controlling my future a puppet master of malicious intent. I want to cry. I want to scream. But mostly I just want to me okay again. I curl up into a ball and pray for morning. And when it comes I claw my way into reality. I wake up afraid and dead inside. I wake up having lost all the progress I have so tediously made. Sleep. My advisory in mental health heals my fatigue. Like some sick paradox. Sleep, oh how I hate you!! I guess I’ll see you tonight.
Nov 2018 · 189
To my hero
Paige Error Nov 2018
What defines a hero? Are they always good? Do they not have their messy pasts? They are hero’s because they focus their futures on helping people. You might focus too much on others and forget about yourself sometimes but every hero has a fatal flaw. You might not be a mighty warrior like Hercules or Superman but you focus on healing people. Healing their wounded souls. I think it’s because you’re hurting too. I always did like the relatable hero’s the best.
I wrote this to ******* one of my friends.
Paige Error Nov 2018
I don’t believe in the future. I’ve spent almost all my life knowing that I’ll never make it there. That one day I’ll finally get the courage to end the time line. I know that no one will miss me anyway. I see all these people who tolerate my existence. After a week they’ll forget I ever existed. I see me parents. Their tense marriage. I’m the reason that tension is there. I ruined their lives with my presence. They would take a month then realize how much money their saving and maybe even fall back in love. They’ll be fine. My old class mates would perhaps like and comment on a face book post about how tragic my inevitable fate was but, that would be all. I know that the world will keep turning without me yet I’ve never pictured the world turning with me still here. I still can’t see a future past this year. I’ve never considered it a possibility. I don’t know what I’m doing because I never thought I’d make it this far. I fear the future that I never planned for more than the oblivion I’ve been avoiding. Maybe tomorrow I’ll finally be courageous enough to end it. If not. Maybe the next day or a month from now because I don’t believe in the future or rather I don’t believe in my future.
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