Poetry of the unstable

Poetry of the unstable May 2017

Voices

"Everyone will hate you eventually"
They said,
"For some it just takes times."

The voices in my head

#voices #hate #dark #depressed #love

Poetry of the unstable May 2017

Sometimes im silent
Not because i dont have anything to say
But simply because
Its hard to talk over the voices in my head

#dark #depressed #voices #screaming #silence

May 2017

Wandering Soul

How to Save a Life

Don't leave her, even when she gets moody.
Because she's too proud to admit how much
she needs you, how much your words mean
to her. Especially at 3am behind closed doors.

Choose to stay, even when she tells you to go.
Because she's afraid of opening up to people,
scared of trusting only to end up being used.
Stay. Because she's terrified of being alone.

And when you tell her you love her, mean it.
Because you have the power to shatter her,
to break her into a million fragile pieces.
So don't lie to her. Ever.

Poetry of the unstable May 2017

Russian dolls

The first doll is really big
She looks very strong
And even intimidating
She seems so tough and powerful
Beneath this doll theres a sweet little girl
Who loves to show her affection for others
She loves pretty and sweet things
Shes a good christian girl
Always does whats right
And beneath that doll is a screaming lunatic
And insane person who cant be controlled
A mad person with a thurst for blood and vengeance
One who is obviously weighed down by the past
And beneath them all
The tiniest of dolls
Is a sad little girl
Not more than five years old
Shes crying, she never stops crying
Because the only doll in front of her that she can see
Is the screaming lunatic
And the only emotion this little girl knows is fear.

An interesting way i would describe myself, i couldn't sleep last night and thought of this. I think something like it on a movie or something

Poetry of the unstable May 2017

Im fine

Im dying inside
My life is a mess
Failing at everything
Im an idiot
Nothing matters anymore
End my life, please

You dont know how someone really feels, dont assume peoples feelings for them.

Poetry of the unstable May 2017

Untitled

Money was speny
Time wasted
Early to work i went
No breakfast tasted

And yet my reward?
Sitting here useless
Im not moving toward
Anything but a big mess

I wrote this during an act prep class because i was so bored and the teacher was just aaying things i already knew XD