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Aug 2019 · 148
Those Eyes.
Hannah Martin Aug 2019
Her insides grew fuzzy as he spoke her name,
He always brought a smile to her face.
Her heart melted each time she saw him,
Especially when he flashed his dazzling smile.
From the moment she first kissed him,
She was lost in a deep trance.
Captivated by his dark brown eyes,
She saw the life she’d always imagined:

A man who loves her,
Accepts her for who she is
And all she has been through.
Loves each and every scar,
Physically, emotionally and mentally.
Will always stand by her side,
Do everything he can to provide for her.
Always finds a way to make her laugh,
Notably through the bad days.
Someone to create a family with,
No matter the challenges it may bring.
She is finally safe. She can breathe,
For she is in love.

This time, his eyes are empty —
The only thing staring back is misfortune.
Those beautiful eyes are telling her goodbye,
Just when she thought her search was over.
In this moment her heart shatters,
Leaving behind a gaping hole.
Despite her numerous efforts,
The void he created cannot be filled.

Will she ever find such compelling eyes again?
Aug 2019 · 132
Untitled
Hannah Martin Aug 2019
Growing up, it all seems so simple.
Someday you’ll fall in love, get married
And live happily ever after.
But it’s not that easy —
You’re going to get your heart broken
Multiple times.

So when your heart is
Shrouded with wounds,
How can you let the culprit
Draw near once again?
You try your best to stay guarded,
Yet curiosity tends to overpower you.

What if this person you’ve stumbled upon,
Is who you’ve been searching for all along?
How are you to know if it’s safe?
Safe to feel. Safe to breathe. Safe to love.
You don’t and it scares the living **** out of you.
Which is why you shove it all down deep inside.

It’s in that moment of uncertainty,
That your demons rush into mind.
Filling your head with all the reasons
Why you’re not worth any of it.
Without warning, the only thing you see
Staring back at you is
Everything that’s wrong.
Feb 2019 · 333
I’m stuck.
Hannah Martin Feb 2019
It comes and goes in waves,
Her feeling of longing.
She stays lost in thought of him,
While he remains oblivious.
So many feelings buried within.
Ease. Casual conversation, making jokes.
The appearance of two people connecting.
A beautiful child asking for the man
She calls daddy, crushing another’s heart.
He has his reality,
There’s no room for her in it.
In failed attempts to move on,
She’s scared to move forward.
I can’t seem to escape. I’m stuck.
Feb 2017 · 446
How Are You?
Hannah Martin Feb 2017
How are you?
What a loaded question.
People only ask that to be polite,
They don’t actually care how you are.

Or if they do, they want you to smile and nod
That way they won’t have to hear about your problems.
Some things are better left unsaid,
Or simply meant to stay in one person’s mind.

When I feel like I’m heading for a breakdown
I can’t tell you exactly why.
I don’t expect you to understand it,
I don’t even understand it myself.

I don’t even know if I want you to understand,
For you to see that side of me.
It’s terrifying,
The thought of you knowing what goes on in my mind
Especially when I’m alone...
Jan 2017 · 946
I Can't Go Back
Hannah Martin Jan 2017
“You have to go back”
Is what she tells me.

I want to fight back.
I want to scream at her for all the reasons why

Going back there makes me want to:
Scream
Cry
Throw up from anxiety
Curl up and die

You don’t understand,
I can’t go back to that place.

I have never felt this way about a place before,
And I can’t quite put my finger on it
But I know that it makes me crazy.

I can’t go back.
Please don’t make me go...
Oct 2016 · 735
I'm Just Me
Hannah Martin Oct 2016
Arriving at the event,
His words replay in my head:
“Don’t be shy, be polite,
And just act like a normal person.”

Excuse me, what did you just say?
Act like a normal person?
Who the hell are you to talk to me like that?

How does one act normal?
There’s no such thing as normal.

I think I know what you mean,
But you didn’t use the right words.
You say “act normal” but you really mean
“Blend in, be white noise, don’t stand out.”

How dare you tell me to ‘act normal’.
I want to be many things in life, but normal isn’t one of them.
I want to be brilliant, beautiful, loved, successful,
Talented, joyful, charitable, selfless.

I want to be so many things in this big world,
But normal is not one of them.
I refuse to accept to blend into the crowd.

I’m not normal.
I’m just me.
And I wouldn’t want it any other way.
Sep 2016 · 1.3k
I Love You, But...
Hannah Martin Sep 2016
I love you, but I won’t have you.
I can’t have you
Even if I wanted to.
And I do, yet I don’t…

Why is this so complicated
And so confusing?

You’ve met all the criteria on my list,
You’re that ideal guy.
And as other guys come along,
I see myself comparing them to you.

You’re my best friend

I sometimes wish we could be more,
But then I remember.
I value what we have right now too much,
To throw it all away for a few romance induced months.

I haven’t had those feelings for a long time,
Yet lately they perk up here and there.
Not when you do anything unlike you,
But that’s just it; You’re being you.

That’s what I admire about you

You say let’s just stay friends
It hurts, but I know you’re right,
Because deep down, I know it’s what I want too
But hearing you say it still hurts.

With you, I can see the long term

When I’m with you,
I feel safe
I feel comfortable
I feel like myself.

And if I wasn’t so scared of losing you,
I’d probably go for it.

Though I’ll never say it to your face,
I love you.
I have,
I will,
I can’t stop,
Even if I wanted to.
But the thing is,
I don’t want to stop.
Aug 2016 · 273
for him.
Hannah Martin Aug 2016
You’re the first person I look for in the room,
When I see you, my heart skips a beat,
The butterflies appear in my stomach.

Stealing glances at you when you aren’t looking,
And looking away when you do.
Smiling at your smile,
Heart stopping when our eyes meet

You’ve probably never even thought of me,
At least not outside of school.

I don’t even know you,
But boy do I want to.

If you only knew that I think about you everyday,
Even when you probably don’t know my name.

Technically I’m single,
But my heart is taken.
Seeing you makes my day;
It’s what I look forward to.

I always get self conscious about the things I wear,
Just in case you notice me today.
Whenever I smile or laugh,
I try to look and see if you noticed.

If only you knew...
Aug 2016 · 574
Fairy Tale
Hannah Martin Aug 2016
Fairy tales are simply fantasies created from people who want a better world

Where the biggest concern is who is the fairest of them all

Wondering when Prince Charming will arrive

Fairy tales are always predictable,
With the same cookie cutter endings

But life is no fairy tale,
It's much more complicated

If only life were that simple,
But the truth is, it's not

Not everyone gets a happy ending,
Even if you're one of the good guys

Fairy tales are just an escape from reality
Aug 2016 · 1.2k
Monsters Under The Bed
Hannah Martin Aug 2016
Everyone has something to hide,
Monsters.

Each monster is unique in his own way,
They come in different shapes, sizes, and colors.
But we still don’t like them

We shove these monsters under our bed,
And hope to God nobody finds them.

We let anyone into our room,
But we never let them look under the bed.
Don’t even let them get close to the bed,
Signs that a monster lives there will appear.

For if that were to happen,
They’d see the darkest parts of our souls.

We assume that everyone is scared,
Scared of our monsters.
Which is why we conceal them so well

If we’re not careful,
Someone will discover what is under the bed
And that in itself is a nightmare.
Apr 2016 · 224
Never Wake
Hannah Martin Apr 2016
To be able to fall asleep,
And never wake up

To avoid looking in the mirror,
Or making up lies about why you're acting weird

Vanquish all fears and worries,
All doubts and concerns

To escape the world,
To forget everything

The good times,
Filled with laughter and joy

The sad times,
Filled with tears and sorrow

The angry times,
Filled with rage and hate

The cursed times,
Filled with cutting and scratching

To forget the color of the sky,
Or the smell of the ocean

To forget the sound of a bird,
Or the feel of the wind in your hair

To sleep forever,
Not even true love could wake you

It's hard to love someone,
When you're filled with so much emptiness
Mar 2016 · 336
Ponder
Hannah Martin Mar 2016
Riding in the car,
Gazing out the window.

Mellow music in your earbuds,
Weather is cool and crisp.

It’s nice to just lose yourself,
To get lost in your world.

Forget about reality,
And let your mind wander.

As you admire the world around,
You wonder where life will take you.

Curiosity:
What will you become?
Will you be who you dreamed you would?

As life continues,
How much longer do you have?
Mar 2016 · 336
I Hate Myself
Hannah Martin Mar 2016
I hate myself.

I’m not pretty enough,
I’m not skinny enough.

I can’t seem to do anything right,
I always ***** myself over.

I hate myself.

Getting myself into trouble,
Why can’t I do anything right?

I’m sorry I’m not a good enough daughter,
Or friend, or person.

I hate myself.

I have a tendency to push people away,
But then wonder why nobody is there for me.

I don’t know how to ask for help,
I feel like nobody is there to listen.

I hate myself.

I hurt myself physically and emotionally,
I wish I could be happy.

I hate myself,
And I want to **** myself.
Mar 2016 · 1.1k
Are You Okay?
Hannah Martin Mar 2016
“Are you okay?”
Three simple words.
You either mean them,
Or you could simply care less.

Since when do you care if something is wrong?
Are you only asking because I’m ignoring you?
You want to feel guilt free,
Like you weren’t the source of my pain.

Just leave me alone,
I don’t want to talk to you.

I don’t feel like trying to explain myself,
And I don’t have to.

Maybe I don’t even have a reason.
Maybe I’m so used to being sad all the time,
It never really goes away.

Just because I smile,
Doesn’t mean I’m okay.

Smiles can be faked,
Smiles don’t always equal happiness.

It doesn’t matter what the outside looks like,
Since I’m dying on the inside.

The answer to your question is no,
I’m not o-*******-kay.

Why you ask?
Who knows,
I have trouble keeping track these days.

All I know is,
I’m not okay.
Feb 2016 · 272
Outcast
Hannah Martin Feb 2016
Abandoned
By her support system

Drifting
Away are her friends

Outcast
Always picked last

Forgotten
Sometimes not picked at all

Invisible
To surrounding people

Lonely
Even in a room full of people

Longing
To feel accepted, wanted

Doubtful
This depression will dissolve
Feb 2016 · 252
Mask
Hannah Martin Feb 2016
She used to feel she had a strong support system,
Through her friends and family.
But lately she’s watched it crumble,
Right before her eyes.

Nobody seems to be there.
To care for her,
To be her shoulder to cry on,
To love her for who she is.

She acts like she’s okay,
But she’s really dying on the inside.
Suffering from depression and anxiety,
Yet acting like everything is fine.
Feb 2016 · 902
Alone
Hannah Martin Feb 2016
In a room full of people, but I feel so alone
They don’t even notice me,
These so called ‘friends’.
What did I do wrong?

I’m living in this world alone.
Something building up in my chest,
It physically hurts me.
Emptiness. Loss. Loneliness.

Can’t you see I need you?
Need your love, your attention.
I’m so alone right now and I just need someone.
I feel like I’m living in this world alone.

I feel closer to people I’ve never met,
Compared to the ones I see daily.

Fighting back my tears,
I can’t let them see.
Maybe then they’d notice me,
But I don’t want it like that.

Can you even see me sitting next to you?
Why do you look right through me?

I can’t take much more of this,
Be my friend, hold me.

How much longer can I go on?
I’m not sure.
Maybe you won’t seen me tomorrow,
Or ever again.

But at least I don’t have to suffer anymore,
Maybe then I could be happy.
Feb 2016 · 395
Would You Miss Me?
Hannah Martin Feb 2016
If I didn’t show up at school one day,
How much you think about it?

Would you notice that I’m gone,
Or would it pass you by,
Never thinking twice about it.

What about the next day?
Would you notice my absence then?

What if I never came back?
When the truth came out,
What would be said about me?

Would you cry for me,
Or would you keep living on?

I loved you,
Did you love me?
Feb 2016 · 438
It Wasn't Your Fault
Hannah Martin Feb 2016
You heard the news,
Found dead on the bathroom floor.

You thought she was happy,
But she was just barely holding on.

You thought you were her friend,
Why didn’t she say anything?

You wish she would’ve told you,
You wish you could’ve helped.

You wonder how long she had suffered,
How long had she masked her pain from everyone?

You blame yourself,
Should’ve been a better friend.

Were the signs there all along?
Why didn’t you hear her cries for help?

But how could you know?
She didn’t want you to see her like that.

It wasn’t your fault you didn’t know,
She didn’t want you to.

She didn’t want to seem weak,
She didn’t want you to look at her differently.

So instead she kept it all in,
Until she finally decided she was done.

Done with life,
Done with pretending.
Feb 2016 · 339
Mommy Dearest
Hannah Martin Feb 2016
As she sits in her room, cutting her skin
Her mother upstairs, has no idea.
And the only way she’ll ever know,
Is if she finds her baby ******* the bathroom floor.

She’ll wonder how it happened,
How could it have slipped by her?
Then she’ll notice the missing pill bottles,
But it’s already too late.

She cries for her baby girl,
Where did she go wrong?
All the signs were there,
How did she not catch them?

But does it matter anymore?
No.
Because it’s too late,
Her baby girl is already gone.
Feb 2016 · 877
Can’t You See?
Hannah Martin Feb 2016
Does something seems different about her?
When was the last time you really talked to her?
Can’t you see she’s in need of someone to confide in?
Silly boy, can’t you see that she needs someone to cry on?

Do you like her new collection of long sleeves?
Do you notice the marks on her arm?
Do you realize it was her nails, not the cat?
Silly girl, can’t you see needs you?

Do you hear her silent screams?
Can anyone see behind her mask?
Does anyone notice the pain in her eyes?
You might think she’s happy, but she’s not gonna be okay...

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