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My heart shattered
the pieces all broken and scattered
on the floor it lays
one day hoping to be repaired and find a way

No one cares
Once again I'll be left in the dark alone with my tears
But its okay I'll be fine
I was always the problem and the blame is mine
-UnderDog
Life is all about the chase, the pursuit. We would always be chasing after different things, whether it be our goals, emotions, et cetera, et cetera. And let me tell you one thing, whatever you catch, something will always take it away from you. In the end, they would all just wither away and die. The important part is the journey, the hardships, the efforts you’ve made while you were in pursuit. Life is all the right and wrong choices, the actions we did and we didn’t take altogether. It is the summary of every decision and lessons that we have learned along the way. One day I hope we would all be able to look back and see how far we’ve all gotten unconsciously, while we were all focused on the chase before we realize that life passed us by because of some stupid goal we tried to chase.
See the truth is, I like going home late.
Tiring myself out and spending the whole day outside.
Well don’t get me wrong, I’m not an outdoor type of person.
I’d rather stay at home than go outside.
It’s just that sometimes when it’s the middle of the night and I’m supposed to be asleep I’m not.
I tend to over-think things and you know what I’ve realized so far?
Late night thoughts are usually cruel.
They just slap you in the face and keep you awake when you’re lying there in your bed.
Sometimes you just want to sleep through reality you know?
That feeling when you just want go home and sleep it all off, hoping that tomorrow, things will get better.
Who knows? Maybe they will.
Let love fill your heart
Overcoming your sense of logic
Voided by any rationality
Eternally encompassing everything
Together we fell
Into the darkest recesses
Of this thing called love
And all of a sudden
We came crashing down
All because of one thing
The cosmic joke called life
He closed his eyes and wished,
wished that he had someone to confide in.
Someone to listen and understand,
for that was all he ever needed.
Time separates me. By the neck and head.
It unscrews me, until I drop dead.
I don't want to write what you want to read
but then again I never want you to see me.

Don't do this, don't be foolish?
Let me tell you, don't
tell me I'm stupid.
Who are you
with your spiked shoes and hell hair
to tell me where to lay my bitterness.
Why - I'll drink myself to death.
Fig blood is sweeter than
the mud in my bedroom
and the drool on my textbooks
anyway
you'll never do a thing about it because
I don't think you've ever cared.
"don't push her over the edge"
they say
as I pull blades across my neck
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