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Maybe I should take another shot of whiskey to forget your lips
& that dreadful lying tongue.

Maybe I should cut you off completely
so that I can feel less sick and freer.

Maybe I should set myself free from you
& focus more… on myself.

Maybe self-love isn’t all that selfish.
But maybe society itself is.
She was beautiful like a nature’s song;
She was kind-hearted and strong.
Her smile would shine bright from miles away,
But now she is a heartbeat away…

She had courage and strength,
Fighting until the end.

Her memories of our childhood remain at heart,
She was a mother, grandmother and wife from the start.

She had her problems and flaws,
But her good heart will always be applaud.

Her personality was as beautiful as a garden of roses,
Her arms were always open as if they were holding endless bouquets of flowers

Her shoulders were always wide
And her ears always available to listen to our complaints and pain.

We can shed tears that she is gone
Or we can smile because she has lived.

We can remember all her bad or remember her good.
Memories lasts a lifetime.

She is now an angel watching us from above,
Symbolized by another white dove.
I want to sail away,
fade away in the broad of day.

Contradicting emotions and
feelings scattered in front of me.

Sometimes I think too much…
Late in the evenings my thoughts wander
to the depths of the darkness where it shouldn’t be close to even

Every night is a battle of trapped emotions, feelings and thoughts

My mind feels like a dark prison
with no light switch to be found.

The flashlight and key to enter my mind
has vanished through the years.
The lock is now rusty and broken.

It’s not easy to break it,
Nor to climb over the high prison walls
surrounding each thought caught in a cell.

My heart feels like it doesn't exist anymore.
The cage surrounding it has kept it hidden in the shadows.

My ribcage is the cage surrounding a beating heart
wanting to break free from the pain the world lays upon it.

I struggle to keep a decent conversation…
I always get nervous and start to fiddle…

My tongue gets tied when I talk too much
Or when I think too much, my lips move faster than my scattered thoughts…

We all live behind a mask…
Some of our masks is broken, some cracked, some mended together…

The mask we wear is like a fake smile
It hides away our darkest, saddest secrets we don’t wish to share,
for society will label us as attention seeking and much more.

Our thoughts are like a troubling hurricane,
destroying everything in its way if it’s not expressed
I was damaged to much
It leaves bruises, a bunch

You'll never see the damage words leave
It's always hidden by our skin

Emotions, hidden within your heart and soul
Leaving pain untold...

Fake smiles and pretend laughs
It's a habit of life around us.

Majority of people is a paradox

Neither happy
nor sad...

This world is a damaged humanity
She fell for a boy
She knew he wouldn't hurt her.

He were sweet, caring
Her thoughts of him was daring

Her heart melted from his voice
But one day, she heard he made another choice

She was confused, upset
But she still haven't give up

She remains in battle
Self assured to win his heart
what is heaven?
what is hell?
is it the places where demons
and angels dwell?

what is life?
what is death?
is it the cause that leaves you broken
and sad?
or is it the cause that makes you laugh and smile... by force?

what is joy?
what is depression?
is it the empty expression you show,
or the paradox life you live?

what is love?
what is hate?
is it the power of attraction to one another?
or the anger and fear pushing others away?

what is a human?
what is a monster?
is it the living beings walking
upon this shattered earth?
or the being hiding inside our broken bodies?

why the low self-esteem?
is it because the judgement they sow?
or the inner hate and fear you bare inside?...

what is faith?
what is hope?
is it the trust you have in someone?
or the feeling of discouragement ?

what is time?
is it the illusion we witness every day?
or the thing that determines age?

what is marriage?
what is divorce?
is it the bond between two loved ones displayed through rings?
or the papers you fill in after one fight?

what lies beneath our skin?
but beyond our minds?
will we ever know?

what is love?
is it the heart-racing moment you experience
when your eyes first meet?
or the sudden fluttery feeling inside your stomach?

what is anger?
is it the moment when hate takes over?
or the moment when your frustration makes you
lash out at someone or something?

what is equality?
is it the respect you show others by handling them
the same despite their sexuality, race, religion, etc.?
or the judgement we sow across everyone?

what makes a person rich?
money?
or love?
You have hate. You have love.
The word 'judgemental' fits you like a glove.

Mentally destroying,
with lives you're fooling.

Judge me all you want;
call me a *****, ***** and ****.

Ha! You feel so proud
when your friends roar of laughter
while I'm being slaughter.

You're a bully,
a judgemental soul,
eating my body whole...

Judgement leads to suicide
for it's what victims use for the pain to subside
because in the shadows the can't hide.

Self-hatred evolves,
innocent souls fed to the wolves.

Helplessly they break down
from a smile to a frown.

Judgement is unneeded
for demons are being fed.

Your sadistic ways,
it lets joy fade.

Your tongue, a weapon of destruction
and joy abduction.

— The End —