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Eyithen Jun 2019
They're always in my face,
Asking if I'm okay.
I may not be be okay
But I'll act like it is anyway.
Eyithen Jun 2019
I dress classic and can speak country
I'll throw back one too many shots if you let me.
I like to listen to songs that will make you think I'm depressed,
It's only cause I like how they get in my head.
Listen to me a few seconds more,
And you'll realize, I'm more damaged than you gave me credit for.
There's something wrong with me; I don't know what it is,
But it's got me going crazy wondering if this is it.
Feels like I've tried everything, but nothing is working,
Demons in my head are cunningly lurking
I want to let go and sink into the darkness,
There's nothing; mind going numb until I'm awoken.
Eyithen Jun 2019
...I sometimes think...
......the only reason we fear the dark...
.........is because deep down...
............we know...
...............how easy...
..................we could fall into it...
...And that idea scares us...
......because we have...
.........no idea...
............of the destruction...
...............we are capable of...
Eyithen May 2019
Dear authors and poets,
                      With works that inspire and bring tears,
                       Do you intend the interpretation?
                       Do you mean what we think?
                       Or do you simply write and let us make-up what we
                       Want to see? What we need to hear?
                       We are taught be scholars the deeper meanings,
                       Metaphors, and life lessons.
                       We give you so much notoriety and acclamation.
                       Is it deserved?
                       Maybe it is maybe it's not.
                       We may never know.
                                                   Sincerely,
                                                                 An aspiring writer
I have always wondered. Do authors intend for their work to be as deep and meaningful as we have learned?
Eyithen May 2019
I'm afraid for myself
I'm afraid that I won't know the difference between being in love and being naive.
But I'm also afraid of giving my heart to someone
Because I've seen the risks involved when you trust someone with yourself.
I'm afraid of getting a taste of that beautiful love I've always been hungry for,
And then being left to starve.
I'm afraid that they will leave me
I am always dreaming and fantasizing,
But then there are times I feel the pain and fear that comes with trust and being in love,
And I become nervous and unsure.
                             Will this happen to me?
                             Will I fall in love and think he's the one,
                             Only to be left alone?
                             To be broken and sad with an aching heart?
                             To be drained of my tears?
                              Left with a sore throat and heavy eyes?
                              Because as beautiful as love is there is always a
                              lingering risk you might have to face...
But I want to know.
I want to know how it feels to always be on someones mind,
To want to be with them.
To miss them so bad it hurts even if just for a day.
I want to experience the unending joy,
The high when you are so happy you're glowing.
I have shed a lot of tears and I have been more sad then most.
Not depressed, hopeless, or broken.
Just sad.
I want someone so bright that shadows cease to exist,
And everything dark and toxic is a distant memory that i can barely conjure.
Like the hint of a dream that is on the top of your tongue, but unable to recall.
I want someone to blind me with their very existence.
I don't know if this kind of thing only happens in fairy tails, but i hope that one day soon i will find the light I'm looking for, to enhance this bleak and dreary existence we sometimes call life.
Has anyone else ever felt this way?
Eyithen May 2019
I am struggling to find my place in a world that is looking to plunge a knife between the chinks of my armor.
A world that will **** as quick as is it is to defend.
Eyithen May 2019
I want...
              To write...
                               A happy poem...
                                                              But I am...
                                                                                  Still waiting...
                                                             For the day...
                                      When I...
                  Will be...
  Truly...
                                ...Happy.
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