Do you even know what it’s like for someone to rob you of your trust?
Do you know what it’s like to not understand why this is happening to you?
Do you know what it is like to feel responsible for what’s happened to you?
Do you know what it’s like to be scared to say anything?
Do you know what it’s like to feel nasty and no matter the showers you take you still feel unclean?
Do you know what it’s like to feel uncomfortable around anyone.
Do you know how it feels to lose sleep over something that hurt you?
Do you know what it feels like to never forget?
Do you know what it feels like to be paranoid everywhere you go?
Do you know what it feels like to see them walk around like all is well?
Do you know what it feels like to talk about it but still feel heavy?
Do you know what it feels like to be told it’s your fault?
Do you know what it feels like to want to rewrite that chapter but have no eraser?
Do you know what it feels like to have your innocence taken and not given?
If you don’t know......ALLOW US TO BE ANGRY BECAUSE IT IS OUR TRUTH. OUR BURDEN. OUR LIFE.
Lost the inspiration to write
Forgotten the feel of my pen
Try put a few words to paper? I might
Okay I will but the real question is when?
Depression seems to be winning this fight
My eyes are dim, they've lost their light
Tears blur the black and white ..
Stinging red .. The urges I can't fight
It's been months since I've posted anything .. Feel free to buy me a coffee please somebody anybody ;( .. Depression makes me Can't stay awake to study ugh plus cramps 😭. This is my horrible attempt at a comeback "poem" .. I know it's trash I've lost "it"
One, two, tie the noose
Three, four, close the door
Five, six, slit my wrist?
Seven, eight, pick a date ..
Nine, ten, they'll find me dead.
It only takes an instant to break
But a lifetime to completely heal
Pain will fade but never vanish fully
There will always be a trace of emotions we feel
And just like that you lose your trust and you never get it back...
this invisible monster is strong and i'm stronger,
but right now i'm just tired
kissing girls is like heaven
and worth going to hell for
I know a girl. Who’s not really in love, she just wants to be loved, she craves the attention love brings. But she’s not in love. I know a girl who’s been hurt so many times she’s numb to it. She puts on a front she thinks no one notices but I do because I know the real her. I'm her.
Saw this somewhere on an app .. thought I might share