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 Sep 2017 Little Peony
jean
I tend to love
broken things.
And sometimes, I get broken
by the things I love.
What do I do with all the words that I have left unsaid

The **** I want to say
But cant and wont

As if I was filling a bucket with teardrops

Keep telling myself
That one day Ill say it all
Its just that that day
Will not come

So

Writing is the only way I can
Let go of half of the burden
I set the words free
Even though
They never
Make it
To you

But somehow I feel
That they now
Are closer to you
And therefore
Am I
 Aug 2017 Little Peony
J
I should live alone
Forever
Because anyone who tries to be a part of my life
I disappoint
Alone in this world,
Alone that no one hears me
When I cry,the cry over the
pain,the pain that is within
my soul,the soul that is broken,
the soul that cannot be healed,
alone that the is a hole in my
heart,the hole that need to be
replaced in order for me to receive
healing,alone that the is a cloud of
darkness that seems to surround my
life, alone that I can't see the light that
use to brightens my life, alone that I even lost hope in my life, alone that the darkness has clouded my direction ,alone that I don't have friends to comfort me,alone that I feel rejection every where I go,alone that I feel the loneliness inside my soul,alone that the existence of those who surround me cannot be felt,alone that the happiness has turn into sadness, alone that the tears of excitement has turn into tears of sorrow, alone that someone can set me free from the  chains that seems to tight my life, alone that I feel trapped inside the horrible dream ,alone that I'm left with  scars of brokon heart that cannot be removed
 Aug 2017 Little Peony
Poetria
I needed you once
and you were there
until you weren't
and that's when I learnt
to walk once again
on my own two feet
and now I'm learning
how to step on stones
without touching
the water beneath.
Divided dedication between people I knew.
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