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 Apr 2018 A
Carter Ginter
Waking up to a heavy chest
My body begging me to sleep again
And my anxiety begins the second I realize I'm alive
I'm trying to learn to function
With all of this negative energy inside me
I know it'll pass and
I know it'll get better
But right now it hurts
I feel unloved
I feel lost inside myself
A place I can't stay too long
Before I lose my mind
I can tell myself I'm worth it and
That my worth isn't defined by others
And it works for a bit
Until something else comes up and
My heart loses its energy
And I either feel like giving up
Or ready to fight everyone
 Mar 2018 A
Loving you should be considered as a form of self harm

You are cold and I try to distance myself but then for a split second you act warm again and I can't contain the butterflies flying from my belly to my back and my hands

Why do I always have to choose somebody like you?
Complicated, making me feel unwanted
How dare you give me hope and than take
everything away with a snap of your fingers

Please tell me why
I don't deserve this
Or do I? You make me question everything I do, every word I say, the way I move
My pulse is uncontainable, my head hurts and I can't sleep

I should have never let you in
I sensed you'll be trouble from the begining
But I couldn't help it and now I don't know if I am mad at you or mad at myself

Loving you IS a form of self harm
 Jan 2018 A
 Jan 2018 A
It does not hit you until it's over
You then realize how achingly lovely it was to be missed by someone who gave you their best days

Now you are walking down the street with empty hands
Hoping your entire body stops aching
Hang on till the hurt is gone
 Dec 2017 A
Break Me
 Dec 2017 A
Break me.
Tear me apart.
Rip up my mind.
Stomp on my heart.
Spit on my happiness,
Poison my brain.
Fill me with you.
Make me insane.

Break me.
Become my fears.
Make me shiver
when you're near.
Paint my emotions.
Beat my soul.
Take your scissors,
and cut the hole.

Break me.

Break me.

Break me.

Just please don't go.
 Nov 2017 A
Close to you.
 Nov 2017 A
This thing between us is not clear,
But it's so beautiful and pure.
I don't care about it's name,
I won't be able to if you ask me to elaborate.
This feeling I get whenever you're near,
This spark and charm that you inspire.
The more and more space in my heart you seems gain,
I'm just a moth to your flame.
The intensity of my feelings for you is scary,
As oppose to the easiness in your life that you seems to carry.
Everytime you come close to me,
My heart skips a beat.
I know it's cliché that I just repeat.
You are what they say "bad for health",
I don't know how I'll keep this strength.
But I don't wanna get lost in you,
All I Want is to be close to you.
 Nov 2017 A
How I feel
 Nov 2017 A
I don't know what love is anymore
I could just as easily confuse it with how I feel about cigarettes

addicting and enjoyable
yet it's killing me
 Nov 2017 A
 Nov 2017 A
i'd take you as medication, but knowing me, i'd probably overdose on you ever so easily
 Nov 2017 A
I am in love with you,
I want so badly to need somebody,
To be the somebody that they need.
To commit my whole heart to them,
and for them to commit their whole heart to me.
Too often do I love the idea of a person,
Rather than seeing them for who they really are.
Love intoxicates and skews my vision.
And it tears my heart apart.

Oh, I am indeed in love.
Not with him and not with her,
But with an idea.
The idea of loving someone who is deserving of my heart.
The idea of loving so fiercely that our spark will never dwindle
I am in love with you,
Too many times do I find myself thinking I'm "in love" with a person when in reality I am in love with just the idea of loving someone. The constant ache for anyone to fill the hole that you feel inside, to seal the cracks in your faltering self worth.
 Oct 2017 A
Trump Came For
 Oct 2017 A
First Trump came for the Women

And I  spoke out

Because I am a woman.
Then Trump came for the Disabled

And I spoke out

Because I am not disabled.
Then Trump came for the Lgbt Community

And I spoke out

Because I am Pansexual.
Then Trump came for the African Americans
And I spoke out

Because I am not African American.
Then Trump came for the Hispanics

And I spoke out

Because I am Hispanic.
Then Trump came for the Muslims

And I spoke out

Because I am not Muslim.
Just because it isn't you doesn't mean that you can't fight
And speak out
Because it helps others to do the same.
Rewrite of Pastor Niemoller "First They Came" poem
 Oct 2017 A
Drew Vincent
D + D
 Oct 2017 A
Drew Vincent
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