If I told you that
You'll be okay in a month's time,
Would you believe me?

Because you will.
You're stronger than you think you are.

(Not a dismissive I'm fine, either,
But 'okay' in the genuine sense.)

Lost in your grief and pain and anger,
You've forgotten just how resilient you really are.

Every time you hit rock bottom,
You discover a hidden strength in you
That you never knew.

When your worst fears come to pass,
You discover that there's life after the storm,
That the boulder seems more like a pine cone in hindsight.

The pain comes and goes like the tide,
But each onslaught will be easier to withstand,
Until it's nothing more than a faint murmur.

You will get back on your feet again
And dare to love and hope again
To dream new dreams.

You think this hell will last forever.
It won't.

None of this makes sense now
But it will soon enough.

And that person who did this to you
Won't even cross your mind.
When you do remember,
The pain fades more and more each time.

So love yourself.
Remember who you are,
What you're made of.

God won't help you -
He already gave you that power.

Do whatever it takes.
Go out
Or stay in.
Hit the gym
Meet people
Read or cook
Write and write and write
Make poems and stories
Make good art,
Like Gaiman said.
Whatever it takes.
Your recovery comes first.

You can do it.
I know you can.

Things will get better,
I promise you.

It was then I had realized
why people listened to sad songs
stayed up all night waiting for late replies
they would get insecure when they see their person with another
how their world would stop when they see them
would get the butterflies whenever their lips touched
their day incomplete when they don't see each other
couldn't sleep when a big argument comes up
but become lovers again the very next day
how down they would be if they can't cheer them up
get all giddy when they hold hands
smiling like a fool when a thought of them comes up
how their life is complete when they are together
it was then I noticed
this silly and delirious emotions
are the great effect of loving someone

I cut,
Each time the blade wretching deeper into my wrist,
Blood oozing out of my skin,
Like waves in the night, full of wist.

A rush of adrenalin surging through my veins,
As I cut deeper and deeper,
I can no longer take control of the reins,
I can no longer take control of my actions.

I am in a daze,
No longer in connection with anything,
Like I'm all alone in this big maze,
Cut off from the world.

But I wasn't like this 6 years ago,
I was a good little kid,
Playing with lease and snow.

Life was so simple,
And now I can see,
How much I've changed, for the worse,
And exactly what impact you've had on me.

When you left everything went sour,
As you craved to live,
And seek more power.

No father in my life,
Has led me up a tree,
And now leading me to this knife,
Ever so painfully.

Now I lay here,
Slowly fading away,
Not even a friend near.

Pain subsiding,
Fear demolishing all hope,
Of ever being me.

Gliding,
Gliding away as if I had wings,
Pain gone, I feel fresh,
New almost,
I can see my body lying in a tangled mesh.

As I rise upwards,
Finally free,
Now no one can make an impact on me...

She was the Invisible Girl
Unseen by the world
and no matter what she did
no one ever noticed

She was the Invisible Girl
Unnoticed by those she loved
and despite what she's achieved
they never see her breathe

She was the Invisible Girl
Insignificant to her brothers and sisters
overlooked by her parents
she didn't have anywhere to turn

She was the Invisible Girl
I say was because
she's no longer invisible

You know what they say,
"You only hear her screams
Once she's dead."

Roses are red
Violets are blue
Everyone's making hello poetry
So I made one too because poopy

Roses are red
Violets are blue
I see a sign that says "Explicit?"
And now I'm thinking if I should click it

Roses are red
Violets are blue
I think roses can be pink too
And violets aren't blue how stu

Roses are red
Violets are blue
This is my first poem here
Potato.

She leaned in so close I could smell a trace of that fancy tea she sips every morning, and she whispered “What does falling in love feel like?”
I laughed,
“Have you ever spun around and around so fast you lose track of e v e r y t h i n g if only for a moment? Arms outstretched. Laughing. For those precious moments nothing else in the world matters; you take flight. You think, “maybe I don’t ever have to fall.” But of course you do fall, helplessly, to the ground and just lie there as the world spins around you. That’s what falling in love feels like.