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267 · Apr 2015
Untitled
Jenn Yeo Apr 2015
I will write about doing what's right against what you want and doing what you want against what is right. About the truth about love. The truth about life. The simple yet heartbreaking things we move on from but never forget. The what if's; the most complicated we humans came up with. We understand it but never respect it. The so close's, the almost's, the goodbyes and the reasons why. Human nature. Human love. Who's to say what's right or wrong? What's the bigger risk: to go all in or to never go at all? I will write about what to do and maybe find the answer. Realizing you know the truth but never wanted to say it out loud. Saying it out loud and how does it feel? Is 17 too young to feel love, real love? Is it worth dying for? What is worth dying for? I don't know what I'm saying any more.
263 · Sep 2014
Sit in Silence
Jenn Yeo Sep 2014
When I try to speak, the words never come out right
Like I try to say how much you mean to me or my constant fear of being left behind
My mouth spills out words in orders that don't make any sense
So I'll just sit in silence, it's my only option left
I'm sorry.
253 · Jan 2015
Two Weeks
Jenn Yeo Jan 2015
It's been two weeks since I've last took a breath
My face is blue and there's pains in my chest
It's been two weeks since I've opened my mouth
Even why I try nothing comes out
It's been two weeks since I've been able to think straight
I've been flooded with thoughts that chain me to my bed by my waist
It's been two weeks I've been holding back
I'm fighting myself from approaching you, it's all that you asked
It's been two weeks and I've been spending everyday worrying that you think I'm fine with this
When you're all that I need and all that I miss
It's been two weeks and I've been trying to find the words
To tell you I'm sorry and it's my fault for all the hurt
It's been two weeks and soon it'll be a month, a year and then a lifetime and I don't know how I'll get through
But you said it was best and I've always had my trust in you
I can't write anymore but my heart still breaks the same
252 · Sep 2014
Live in a body
Jenn Yeo Sep 2014
The sad truth is I would have done anything to be yours
and I still catch the heartache dripping through my pours
covering me in a layer of disgust until I can scrape it off again
but I notice myself thinking what we could have been
and maybe when all my skins cells replace each other once again
I'll live in a body that you haven't yet met
a body that won't beg to be yours
because it's never felt your soothing touch or heard your kind words
252 · Sep 2014
It had to be tonight.
Jenn Yeo Sep 2014
In the end what it comes down to
is all those who said they'd be there aren't
and all those who said they care don't
and all those who said they promised broke it like it was never made
Because as humans we don't care about anything
Not our earth, not ourselves and certainly not eachother
tonight I needed you, I needed ******* someone
and you weren't here and maybe you just never were
Who are you anymore because it feels like I never knew you at all
249 · Sep 2014
Options
Jenn Yeo Sep 2014
I only write when I'm falling in love or when I want to die;
Can you guess what's on my mind tonight?
Jenn Yeo Oct 2014
When you arrive I am so relieved to see you
because whenever you're around I feel such relief
we only need a brief introduction
Before I pull you near to me
I hold you so close
and feel you against my skin
all that has once plagued me
goes down the drain again
I can't seem to let you go
I love the warmth you bring
but when I finally let you go
I need you close again
I repeat this till I feel better
or light headed or sore
or sometimes I stop to clean
The blood that lies on the floor
Jenn Yeo Jun 2015
I felt insignificant
small, unimportant
until I was the reason for scars
246 · Sep 2014
Untitled
Jenn Yeo Sep 2014
You stopped caring
about everything you had once loved
(Especially me)
246 · Sep 2014
This is Depression.
Jenn Yeo Sep 2014
Cant breathe, cant sleep, cant look in mirrors or peoples eyes.
Can't walk, cant talk because it never comes out right.
Never comfortable, always aching and don't forget I'm shaking
Can't focus or eat right, even close my eyes for peace.
All these things race through my head and they never seem to leave.
My heart physically hurts and my head feels so full.
Losing interest, hard to care anymore.
Can't sit comfortably and can't listen too well.
This isn't living so it must be hell.
Constantly feel like I'm going to be sick.
I want to rip things to shreds preferably my own skin.
Drained of all energy, left empty, left cold.
I'm so young yet it I feel so ******* old.
My head is a war zone and talking gives me headaches.
Trust me I've tried there's no way to escape.
This isn't anything new, it's been years.
This is depression. Nothing romantic to hear.
This is all happening at once so I wrote it down goodbye.
Jenn Yeo May 2015
There were nights we spent together
when you thought I was asleep
but my eyes were just closed
and I was listening to you breathe
and because you thought I wouldn't remember
you moved my hair to kiss my neck
these are the moments
I cant seem to forget
227 · Sep 2014
Please Try to Stay Alive
Jenn Yeo Sep 2014
I talk to you every night to make sure you're alive
But what if one day I forget?
I wake up in fear that you might not be here
And what if one day I am?
I try to tell you that I love you and I care
But what if you don't believe?
What happens when my everything's gone
and again I'm left to bleed?

— The End —