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Apr 2019 · 442
Oh, so tired
Jay Apr 2019
Falling

indomitable,

but so naive;

They told me that they wanted the best for me,

they asked me to believe them,

so I did.



Seraphic voices

taught me I’d be nothing without them

only a blank page,

only a waste of space

So I swallowed my pride

and accepted what I was taught to believe

the voices in my head were relentless



Ambitious as ever,

I raised my voice

but they were quick to hush me

I was told to follow,

to step down from my pedestal;

No one likes raw, uncensored words,

So I did as I was taught.



Escape

Beatific at first

but now so warped,

distorted

blurry figures in my peripheral vision

threatening to leave when I needed them most;

My precious voices

I held on

oh, so dearly

the creator of my own catastrophe,

I built my own cage.



Blissful with them

Miserable without;

Despised for my piousness,

I set myself on fire

for their comic relief.

Struggling to breathe

I was told I could have the world

but not the truth,

never the truth;

There is no escape.
May 2018 · 890
Flowers for you
Jay May 2018
A petal for every word of hate,
for every mark of pain,
for every drop of blood you shed,
and for every broken promise
because you deserve all the happiness in the world
and you should have
grown up so loved
and so protected
Jay May 2018
The universe
and all its stars
are nothing
compared to the joy
you bring me

I wish I could make you understand
I wish I could make you see,
how happy you make me
and
I wish I could make you happy as well
I know I can't
But please let me try
I love you, so smile.

— The End —