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 May 2017
Isabelle
pagod na ako
kakalakad palayo sa iyo
kakatakbo pabalik sa iyo
pagod na ako
maghintay ng kahit ano
maghintay ng anino mo
pagod na ako
sa mga paghingi mo ng tawad
at sa aking pagpapatawad
pagod na ako
pagod na ako sa iyo
pagod na ako sa sarili ko
Hindi ko alam kung bakit ang lungkot ko ngayon :(
Nakakapagod na kasi.
 May 2017
Rebel Heart
You called me an artist
With a broken down soul
So when did I become your seamstress
And someone you thought you could control?

Trying to sew together these pieces
Of your broken down heart.
But who's going to be there for me
Deep in the night when I fall apart?

I'm just held together by band-aids
That you would call plastic smiles
Simply dressed in faux happiness
That you would call a style.

Eyes twinkling in a pool of lies
While my demons fight within
Adding a fake skip to my stride
While hiding these cuts on my skin.

But tonight,
The shards from my empty,
broken down heart
Are cutting in way too deep

And tonight,
The echoes in my empty,
broken down walls
Are screaming too loud to sleep.

So as I toss and turn tonight
In this endless infinite beat
Where are you now darling
As I'm alone crying in my sheets

And one thing is for sure
Never again will we meet
Because only one thing is for sure
This history always repeats
Still needs to be edited and any comments/suggestions are welcome :)
 May 2017
Lorraine Colon
At daybreak I awoke alone
With a sadness I could not quell,
Without a love to call my own,
And now, morning's waving farewell

No one pitied the tears that flowed,
Not one word cheered my dreary day;
Alone I walked this lonely road,
Watching the noon hours fade away

No one held me close to his heart,
No one looked at me lovingly;
No chance this pain will soon depart
Now that evening has been set free

To my lips no kiss found its way,
Alone I watched the setting sun;
No one said he loved me today,
And now ..... the day is done
 May 2017
Glayz Welch
In the moon and the sky
You take your life, so I risk mine
They're all so worried
They try to talk to me
I do not answer
But they can see
I'm in pain
Not sure exactly what I need
I hate myself they all hate me
After a while
I realize
They do care about me
It's okay to just grieve
I wrote this in residential treatment

— The End —