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Brendan Aug 2015
Somehow i still manage
manage to deal with the pain
pain caused by the people
people being the root of evil
evil children and their sickened parents
parents and there habits
habits caused then to stray away
away from this place
place, away from this place.
Brendan Aug 2013
Let her nights be occupied with
dreams so sweet it could
leave a cavity.
Let her mornings be smothered
with warm coffee that
makes her insides happy.
Let her day be filled
with someone that holds her dear.
Let her days be filled with the one who she loves most.
Even if it isn't the person
who truly loves her the most.
Brendan Jan 2014
I used to look up to you
You were the one who gave me life
But now I see your ways
And it frightens me

I have memories of when I was young
Of things that people fight over
Those things I have carried
And ****** me up
But you don't care.
Brendan Aug 2013
she closed her eyes.

she listened to the birds flying free,
why couldn't that have been me?

She listened to the waves crashing onto the shore,
she couldn't have wanted that any more.

she closed her eyes and prayed,
for a god to please take her away.
Brendan Oct 2013
Constantly fighting the voices.
Who are they?
Triggers from the past.
Who are you?
Distant memories long forgotten.
Who was that?
It's taking over.
Who?

Not me, but me.

Who am I?
Brendan Oct 2013
eyes
so soft
so delicate
pools of emotion
roller coasters of pain
Brendan Aug 2015
I somehow wonder what caused the separation.
i have recently found of that the reason isn't something deep.
the reason is me. I'm the reason no one will stay.
i don't know what to do or how to take this pain away.
i cannot hold my feelings in. if i have this pain its gonna come out.
I can never tell anyone the real reason, just vague explanations.
Hurtful.
pain.
Angst.
Death.
Whats the easiest way to explain that your infatuated with all of the above.
Brendan Jan 2014
I used to look up to you
You were the one who gave me life
But now I see your ways
And it frightens me

I have memories of when I was young
Of things that people fight over
Those things I have carried
And ****** me up
But you don't care.

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