ting is threading your life thro ugh a ne edle and if you sew secrets you'll get po ke d a l i t t l e .
Sometimes I let my gaze
Say all the words I want to say Just looking at You.
They say I'm the Lost Child.
Hiding, avoiding conflict Perhaps that's true... Maybe I am lost, But what if I'm hiding from myself?
It feels like
impending doom. It feels irrational. It feels insane. It feels like a snowball rolling into an avalanche wiping me off my feet hurling me down the mountain skidding me to a halt debris piling on top of me and leaving me to slowly suffocate.
Can’t think of anything to write Searching for inspiration with a fight I’m locked Scanning my head for lines Scouring my heart that confines I’m shocked Nothing to say No words to pay I’m clocked Nothing on the sheet The clock I can’t beat I’m blocked? Turns out I just wrote a poem While suffering from writer’s block
Huh. I wanted to write something but I’m in writer’s block. Here’s the outcome!
what does t hat truly mean? are we to fall t o our deaths or go on with our lives how does one truly, let go are you to forget everyth ing or simple pretend you no longer care let go two words so simple but the action is so hard
What's better to let go with the chance of losing everything, or to hold on even when it hurts you more?
Shutted door. Covered in sheets, On my bedroom floor... A new year night, Yet a pitiful sight. Knew it wasnt right, But i wasn't putting up a fight. Isolated mind; With suicidal thoughts. Pain; imaginary, So i didnt fought... A story of a past, Still haunting the present. A messed up "me", The sight wasn't pleasant... Already knew I was losing control, And a promise was all That was saving this soul...
Written on (1/1/19)