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I wear such a pretty mask
But I'm a monster deep inside
If you only, only ask
I'll lift, lift, set it aside

I trust you, dear,
With all my heart
Hold my darkness near
This is where we start

Dig your fingers deep,
Dig into my soul
What you find, you can keep
I don't want to be whole

So, when you depart
Leave nothing behind
But my empty heart
And tears I can't find
Written 2011
He lays there alone
each and every night
Mind wondering
Nothing going right

Light fading away
He loses his grip
Fighting the corners of his mind
Slowly beginning to slip

Heart beating slow
He fights for air
Now as he falls
His mind lost to despair

Memory now gone
Lost forever
The beauty he once knew
He will see never
Last summer
I lost my soul
It has been stuck
In that house for
Ages, still unsolved

I don't have to tell
You I became a ghost
Wandering in the
Losing hopes of my
Dearest family, my
Loves

Late at night, when
My miserable heart
Says I need some sleep
I think about who I
Should be

Can you feel regret
When your life
Is not even there?
Can you love yourself
If you lost your soul?

Can you sleep
When your heart says
How?
I don't even know
im slowly fading away
the days are more bleak
people are less important
love doesnt exists
this is a lonely sickening feeling
watching myself drift from reality
the world that i once loved slowly
slipping off my fingertips
soon ill be gone and forgotten
forever
you turned me into ....
into an anxious person
passive aggressive

trembles at your absence
screaming your name

now I'm a scary puppy
licking my wounds
going around in circles
waiting for you to return
... your words
a gesture of love in your eyes
... to throw the ball

i wait ... and waiting I get weak
dehydrate me, I'm getting carbonized
my eyes are dry watching the window
my lashes fall
and my hands wrinkle

this time is cruel
makes me feel anxious, awkward, desperate
is like a tunnel crowded, which I can't leave
as tying the laces without hands

falling limply to the floor
without intermediaries
Here I'm
his solo journey made
its fresh, courageous start
on the waves of
*** and vicodin
& the bright, painful
color of it all
was nearly lost on her
heavy-lidded
& pale eyes

little did he know she was
a stowaway
steadily drinking up the
audacity
to make herself known
to him

but oh Lord, when
she did

you better believe he
never
forgot her
I just can't handle this
I am a sinking ship
Going down with every hit I give and take.

Who is this person?
Tears flow so freely
I cannot control this emotion
I am in limbo

This constant motion of
Having to be enough
Has suddenly come to an abrupt halt.

With every purge
I lose a little bit more of my control.
With every drag
I lose a little bit more of my sanity.
With every cut
I lose a little bit more of myself.

So who am I?
Who am I?
Who am I?

.   .   .

"I am not
Me"
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