I am broken
And I refuse to believe that
Someone loves me
I can see how this could be confusing, but
A broken heart can be healed
Is pure fiction
There isn’t a fish for me
Once I am old and wise, I’ll tell you that
I’ve got my own back because
Selfishness
Takes precedence over
Selflessness
Hear me out:
Once upon a time
Someone broke my heart
I remembered
Keep my head up because
My father says
Crying makes you weak
My ex says
Love comes and goes
I cannot say for certain
Love finds its way
After awhile
Hope is lost and
No longer will I sit here and act like
I know what I am doing and
It will eventually show that
I do not put forth the effort
And do not assume that
I know what I am

The harder I push today, the further it pulls away

Be it a hand or a heart, I've learned to play my part

I used to indulge in the fantasy of love

Drunk off the thought, and crippled by the naught

To say that love is still my desire, would make me a ******* and brand me a liar

Love isn't vital so I shouldn't idle

No more watching the years go by, knowing I might die before I can comply

I won't squirm and yearn for a different path, but embrace the track and not look back

I'll live my life on my own accord and I won't be ashamed of leaving paths unexplored

The way I see her

I look at her as though she were perfect.

I want to constantly feel like we connect.

She makes my heart beat quickly

And acts as if it is silly.



Her eyes are a dense forest and I easily get lost in them.

They sparkle in the sun, but look

in the darkness like a rocky cave.

They look like a fresh new leather book

And she never looks anything else but brave.



Her smile is a warm fire that melts my heart.

When she smiles it’s like a work of art.

It is as though she doesn’t know

That her smile is that of a doe.



Her laugh gives me goosebumps and I just want to hug her.

She has no idea that I like it.

Her laugh is as ringing of bells are in the distance.

It makes me smile bigger than I care to admit.

One joke and she laughs without persistence.



Her hair is brown leaves at the end of Fall.

And is as soft as a warm woolen shawl.

Her different hairstyles make me smile,

And make me want to stay with her for awhile.



Whenever I see her my eyes light up and my heart quickens.

I can’t stop staring at her.

Even by simply saying hello, I grin.

And it all happens in blur.

I also get little tingles all over my skin.



I look at her as though she were perfect,

and she doesn’t know I feel like we clicked.

With my worn fingernails,
I jab the weak ground.
I dig until my hands ache,
Until I’m too far down.

When there is no light,
That my heart can see,
I won’t ask for help,
Just please let me be.

I’m tired of digging,
And I’m tired of crying.
I say that I’m happy,
But I’m tired of lying.

I pray for the day,
My death is in stone,
Because I’m tired of being,
Depressed and alone.

sometimes it's hard to tell I'm alive
the plants holding me back
sometimes it's hard to tell if I survived
everything out of whack
the plague might take me
and the rats might eat me
the sun might scorch me
and the dirt might swallow me
everybody's doing their own work
but it's hard to even do mine
is this how you sort
my ethic doesn't exactly shine
I thought that I was dreaming
when the storm was coming
but it doesn't make it redeeming
I guess ill keep on running
sometimes it's hard to tell I'm alive

I wonder what it’s like to not be me
To not feel like me
To not think like me
To be unrestrained of these horrid broods
These broods that confine who I am
These broods that make me feel
Like a glitch in the matrix
Questioning every moment
Questioning every movement
From a blink of an eye
To a twitch of the mouth
To the color of clothes
And the words from your mouth
Finding meaning in everything
I want it to be gone
I want to be free
Of these horrid thoughts
Just to be free
Of being me

I wonder what it’s like to not be me
To not feel like me
To not think like me
To be unrestrained of these horrid broods
These broods that confine who I am
These broods that make me feel
Like a glitch in the matrix
Questioning every moment
Questioning every movement
From a blink of an eye
To a twitch of the mouth
To the color of clothes
And the words from your mouth
Finding meaning in everything
I want it to be gone
I want to be free
Of these horrid thoughts
Just to be free
Of being me