I've lost friends
before
I'm used to people leaving
I'm used to pain
I'm used to loneliness
Maybe this is all poetic ********
Maybe I'm a lost cause
But, maybe, just maybe
I care about you more than anything
because I've had friends
self-harm,
wrap ropes around necks,
wrap cars around trees,
and I wouldn't wish
that on my worst enemy
I speak poetic ********
I speak
for the wounded
and for those
whose voices
are drowned in the words
of those who say
"I'm fine."
when everything
is falling apart
around them
This is poetic ********
This is me
writing words out
because my heart
bleeds
for the ones I love,
I'd rather my blood
spill on a page
than from my wrists
I am the epitome of poetic ********
I am alone
I am weak
I am your best friend
I am scared
I am imperfect
I am everything and nothing
I am alive
I write poetic ********
I write poetic ********
because someone
out there in this ****** up world
will read it and feel
something, anything,
and I hope
it breathes life into their lungs
and they inhale
the world around them
for the first time
This is not poetic ********
This is life
Feb 4, 2015
Feb 4, 2015 at 2:25 AM UTC
I've lost friends
before
I'm used to people leaving
I'm used to pain
I'm used to loneliness
Maybe this is all poetic ********
Maybe I'm a lost cause
But, maybe, just maybe
I care about you more than anything
because I've had friends
self-harm,
wrap ropes around necks,
wrap cars around trees,
and I wouldn't wish
that on my worst enemy
I speak poetic ********
I speak
for the wounded
and for those
whose voices
are drowned in the words
of those who say
"I'm fine."
when everything
is falling apart
around them
This is poetic ********
This is me
writing words out
because my heart
bleeds
for the ones I love,
I'd rather my blood
spill on a page
than from my wrists
I am the epitome of poetic ********
I am alone
I am weak
I am your best friend
I am scared
I am imperfect
I am everything and nothing
I am alive
I write poetic ********
I write poetic ********
because someone
out there in this ****** up world
will read it and feel
something, anything,
and I hope
it breathes life into their lungs
and they inhale
the world around them
for the first time
This is not poetic ********
This is life
