you could read my mind,
You’d see a thousand papers
Filled with broken poetries
And deadbeat proses
Full of woeful verses
With mournful pieces
Of unfinished stories
That are yet to be written
And failed to be spoken;
If you could read my mind,
You’d hear horrible screams
And earsplitting weeps
From shattered dreams,
Kept in a nasty notepad,
Scribbled on a bed
Of bloodstained words,
Ringing in my head.
If you could read my mind,
You’d see the shadows
That lurk within me;
You’d hear the bellows,
Screeching the words
“I’m tired,”
“I’m a failure,”
“I’m stupid –”
I know it sounds stupid,
It’s pathetically foolish
And seems too *******.
If you could read my mind,
You’d feel the tears
I had ever failed to cry;
You’d see the people
That make the weak weaker;
You’d see the monsters
That consume my head;
You’d hear the hollers
That failed to be freed;
You’d see the heart
That still bleeds and bleeds.
If you could read my mind,
You’d see the face
I’ve failed to show back then,
The face I’ve faked back then.
If you could read my mind,
You’d see a character
I had ever failed to become
If you could read my mind,
You’d be able to read
A book you never wished
To touch and read,
But sometimes I still wish
Someone could read my mind

I don't know what's worst
Feeling unloved or feeling unwanted or maybe just both.
Thinking your falling for someone slowly, I'm healin', maybe I'm just thinking I'm healin'
But, I'm just stuck in between.
From life to death.
With so many options, with so many indecisive solutions in reading between the lines.
I'm in between of not feeling important at all.
I could step back and not one person would check up on me unless it benefits anyone.
Instead, of feeling up & downs from everyone round me I rather feel important to someone out there & that actually means to something for someone like myself.
At the end of the day, I'm always alone in my thoughts.
It's important to feel important cause you can make a difference in people lives when you barely can't seem to get past urself.
Being important makes you stronger, putting faith in yourself than others to accomplish and of course, feeling wanted is the greatest feeling of feelin' important

Some days I am swimming,
most days I am sinking.
There is never a day where I
can simply just float.The deeper you go
The darker it gets.
****. I wish I was wrong!

My mind,
I feel alone.
I'm no longer feel welcome ,
it's not the greatest feeling,
to feel that ounce of ache,
the constant stress,
I'm tired of feeling  pain,
It consumes me to the point,
Where I become so immune
That's all I know,
the chapter of contexts of pain!!!

*DEEP MO POETRY#property

I’m not going to tell you that my life has been easy…
It’s been hard as hell.
There have been so many times that I survived one thing just to get hit with five more.
But I never really thought about how hard it was or if I’d make it…
It wasn’t ever a choice.
I found a way.
I made a way.
I figured it out.
I kept going.
It’s hurt, physically, mentally and emotionally, but I always got through it.
When the waves of life come at you, you make a choice to sink or swim…
So I fought, scrapped and dug my way out of the darkness more than once.
I was scared, tired and alone most of the time..
But I kept going.
I didn’t know where I was going or how I’d get there, but I knew I wasn’t happy where I was..
So I pushed ahead.
Sure, there were both dark days and happy times..
And I made the best of both.
I’ll never tell you that I have the answers because I don’t..
And I may never find them all.
But that’s okay.
Some people survive.
Others make do.
Me?
I’m a fighter and always will be.
People will say what they want about me but they’ll never say I quit.
I kept going.
And that, darling, has made all the difference.