Sanch

Sanch Jun 2018

You torture
The button of circling arrow
With touches of your gentle finger
Hoping to read something new
Just to remind yourself
That you’ve won all the battles
With blood and tears mixed together
My heart left asunder
You leave them be
Without any trace of your ******
As if nothing has ever happened
You dig steadily in search for happiness
As I bury myself in
Hoping one day you’d find me again
And you did found
But the one beside me
And once again
Blood was spilled
Not on streets
But on sheets
Oh sh*t
Was happiness ever found?
I wish you dug
The left one
Tho I silently cheered
“He’s the right one”

I think it’s time for me to dig myself out. I know there's a lot of other people dealing with depression. Reading/writing poems is one way to heal. Let's save ourselves darling, don't give up just yet

#broken

Sanch Jun 2018

Roped hopes

It’s funny how they make jokes about sad things
Words to make you laugh as if it was uplifting
Do they even know
The things you’ve done just for a lost cause
And the nights of your eternal thoughts?
Do they even know
The voices in your head
Is just you making demons out of yourself?
Do they even know
That you don’t even know
What’s what?
We are the ones they just forgot
Do they even know
That peace means nothing
And death just feels so liberating
We hang by a single thread
We hang by
Still we hope, we do not
Knot

Sanch May 2018

Unsent

I wish I could still write you a love letter
I mean a real love letter
on paper
inked
folded in the way you taught me
not to tear them
with tears on them

#love #letters

Sanch May 2018

Saudade

(H)ow could I be both happy and sad?
(A) paradox neither I could understand
(P)ity me for being nothing other than a
(P)iece of memory inside your blurry past
(Y)earning for the years where I’m only happy, not sad
(B)affled by somebody who’s supposed to be there for you
(I)nstead of playing the game you hated much
(R)ecalling a single day of different years
(T)rying to trick myself that I’m the one you’re celebrating with
(H)ow I wish I was the last one
(D)ancing the girl with the most beautiful eyes
(A)way from grief, you drifted me with this great ill(us)ion
(Y)oung lady, forgive me for loving you this long

#paradox #lettersforyourday

May 2018

emnabee

The secret life of poets

The poet lives two lives.
One on the outside,
And one in their mind.

When you look in their eyes
You could see an abyss.

If you looked long enough
You could sink into it.

But most people don’t see it.

Take the time to read the words, though,
And you would know for sure.

The poet lives in two different worlds.

A little escape from the madness.
Or maybe, into.

#secret #life #poets

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