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kailee Nov 2018
im so tired
of being everyone elses image
i want to be me
but who can accept that
even i cant
kailee Nov 2018
its so effortless
the way its played
the way its created well
thats complicated
all i can hear is a symphony
  Nov 2018 kailee
Cassie
Turn on the faucet
Plug the drain.
Thus allows the thinking again.

I write and write
Until I can no more.
Always checking the locked door.

All by myself
In the communal room.
Where my imagination can bloom.
kailee Nov 2018
B
he called me all these names
but i think i love him
hes my one ideal
he may have cheated me over
but i love him
hes my one ideal
i want one more day to cuddle
cause i love him
he is my only ideal
kailee Nov 2018
me
is it weird that i'm most comfortable
when there is grief next to me?
maybe because that what i feel most of the time...
kailee Nov 2018
us
love is still love
even with the bruises
the blood and bare knuckles

death is still death
even with the sorrow
the grief,hate, and tragedy

i am still me
even with the scars
the mental illness' and the past

why cant i be me around you?
is it because of the way we love?
or is it because of how he died?
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