heart as cold as snow and as brittle as ice love is like a winter I did not ask for but just like the changing seasons things begin to melt and my heart grows warmer and once the leaves start falling so do the memories
Your stare is like bullets Going through me Extracting every emotion from my body Leaving me numb, speechless And for the first time I wasn't sure if this is what I wanted...
is it better to live or die? the happiness, yet the terror the fun, yet the grief who knows what's good or bad as for now i choose to rest to live, yet be dead at the same time
it's been 5 months and i still look at your face with disgust even though we didn't do much but talk though the words that you said were much more than just "talk" they were words of lust words of love and words of *lies
I always fantasied about what I would say to you The next time I saw you Spilling my guts in my mind Saying every word that I hoped inflicted pain towards you But knowing me I'd keep my mouth shut and walk away Somehow still hoping you'd know what I was thinking
my eyes are so tired so sad my fingernails are chipped my arms are left with bruises and scars on my wrists who could love a boy enough to figure out he was broken no one
I look in the mirror And see a body of waste A useless human being A ****** up mistake I look hard and long For a slight chance of beauty Yet all i see are things gone wrong Think positive, I know I should But it's hard, when you see nothing good. ~j.c.b.
My mother had always said "There are people worse than us, people who are starving, people without a home" Yet did she not know That my heart was starving That my heart needed a home So broken So beat up Is a heart that can no longer love.
I don't fall asleep until 2 am Because you're constantly on my mind And when I try and kick you out You find sneakier and venomous ways to get back in So I lie here in my bed until 2 am Until I drift to sleep Until you leave my mind
What if I finally listened to the trees Acknowledged what the leaves said to me Heard what the branches whispered to me Because they happen to know better than I do