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 Aug 2016
MJ
You're right.
The world's not black anymore.
But it's still looking grey.

Okay.
It isn't night anymore.
But it surely isn't day.

The world isn't upside down anymore.
But I'm still not looking straight.

The door isn't locked up tight anymore.
But it's still a locked up gate.

I might not be standing still anymore,
But I'm still not ready to run.

My finger isn't on the trigger anymore.
But I haven't put down my gun.

You may not see me cry anymore.
But you still don't see me grin.

No, I'm not shutting you out anymore.
But I'm still not letting you in.

I'm shaking hands with the darkness.
And I'm shaking hands with the light.

But I can't let go of either,
Or they'll see each other and fight.

Don't assume that
Because I don't sink anymore,
That I must be flying.

Just because I'm not dead anymore,
Doesn't mean that I'm not dying.
 Jun 2016
Traumeria
Every second I breathe,
Exhales letters of lies.
Every second I'm alive,
Is the very same second I die.

Every second my heart beats,
Throughout my body it bleeds.
Every second I move,
Is the very same second I lose.

Every second I sleep,
Is when I only rest.
Every second I'm awake,
Is living the nightmare in protest.
 Jun 2016
Traumeria
For school, we attend.
For school, we educate.
For school, we are friends.
Till the end of the day.

Accepted for who we are.
Accepted for what we became.
Accepted for what I do.
Till judgement led our name.

Part ways of paths.
Part ways of words.
Part ways of actions.
Till thoughts were unheard.

For school, we attend.
For homework, we speak.
For questions, we answer.
Till trust be antique.
 Jun 2016
Traumeria
Red is the color of our blood that binds our bond,
As we watch the sun set and rise.
Laughter and happiness caught us by surprise.
The grass we stand were wet with dew,
And the blue birds singing was nothing new.
After the storm of deep midnight blue,
Lies a rainbow with the colors you knew.
 Jun 2016
Traumeria
So glad to have you by my side,
To pull me out of my hermit hive.

The moment I'm too depressed,
Emotions started to leave at night.
The moment when life is stressed,
Insanity arrives at the spark of light.


Trying so hard to hide,
To hide my Lion Pride.

Blood is flowing, but death is living.
Wounds are open, when scratches listen.
Scars were seen, when words are keen.
Stitches were torn, when replays reborn.


You showed the length that's within the mist,
But my chain of trust doesn't exist.

Dreams so many, ideas forgotten.
Mind is weary, words were rotten.
Some survive, some were gone.
Thoughts created, actions undone.


You thought you know all about me,
But only the mask is what you can see.
 Jun 2016
Traumeria
People thought I don't understand,
Just because I laugh at what was shown.
It kills me for they do not know,
But it is best to keep it for my own.
 Jun 2016
Traumeria
I see words every single day,
Not one without a tear.
Every word for a thought,
Plays a tone for us to hear.

I see words shed from tears,
Not one dream nightmare fears.
Every word like a gem,
Blood of the mind, death of a poem.
 Jun 2016
Traumeria
Are you my friend?
Or is it just me.
I want this to end,
Please let me be.

Do you trust me?
I don't think so.
I will break the chains,
Please let me go.

You want to help?
I don't need it.
I will offer you instead.
Please have a sit.

Do you believe me?
I know it's not convincing.
My lies are the truth,
Our ties are singing.

Are you listening?
You don't have to.
Just let me ramble my words,
And doodle my coo.
For I will say it is not a lie,

Please let me be,
please let me die.

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