moyees

moyees Nov 2018

ceasely

I'm tired, of this.
No one understands it.
The pain that I feel,
they think it doesnt affect me,
because I'm young.
They don't realise how wrong they are.
They have pushed me, shoved me around
Made me not want to be myself anymore.
Because,
I'm done.
Trying.
Fighting.
Being the better person because why do I have to be so good if everyone around is talking s...
Why do I have to be the one to keep living if all they are doing is telling me why it's not worth it.
How better it will be if we just cease to exist.

moyees Sep 2018

Fuzzy (Thoughts of an uncomplished teenager)

my mind is fuzzy, like a television put on standby. I'm awake in a dream, one that has no beginning or end. it's a long red thread of fate that loops into infinite tangles and knots. my eyes are burning because I can see the smoke but there are no flames. Thoughts break inside of my head like cracked eggs, the yoke split over clean counters. my head. they ravage me like hungry lions. they consume my every fibre. I am all but them. they have collected my thoughts and burned my hopes. they have caged me by their own personal ruins. I am but nothing without their precious gifts of life and breath. I cannot contain the fear of anger that is being withheld. my only refuge, the words I may write when I am in solitude.

moyees Aug 2018

s a y

I guess I can't blame them,
for not asking me how I am,
when I smile, and laugh,
and pretend.
when all I want is someone
to say
it's going to be okay.
Even when I know it's not.

moyees Aug 2018

attack

Restless I rock, back and
forth, back and
forth,
squeezing my knees, shutting my eyes,
so the tears don't fall, I'm breathing hard,
Huh-Ha-Huh-Ha-Huh-Ha-
my heart is beating in my head,
Fingernails digging into my leg.
I'm shaking,
I'm waiting,
for that sound. A door, being slammed.
A voice, being raised.
A glass, being broken.
Back and forth,
back and forth
back and -

moyees Aug 2018

T r a p

I'm trapped, trapped by every breath I take, every blink my eyes take. I am stuck. Stuck in by those who conform to the demons in their minds, I am a slave to the thoughts, thoughts so ambitious that they cannot be contained in the concious but rather un. I am afloat, a dream, a lost. In a never ending strain of my voice, speaking in tongues, crying. Pleading to them.
Leave me alone.

moyees Jul 2018

the procrastinator

mindless he drifts into unknown worlds,
where nothing exists and nothing resists,
temptations to create or become,
he just continues to drifts amongst
the bright rainbow colours of the
void he drifts, unknowning of how
far he has drifted. continuously
never going anywhere, staying, going
never leaving the nothing.

moyees Jul 2018

red bird

oh Red, I see your anguish, the fire that burns between your wings,
why are you so enraged. why do you say that you wont fly because the sky is too dark for your eyes. red bird, tell me of the future, what do you seen beyond the clouds. is better than what lies now.