Sanch

Sanch Sep 2018

****
it's
a draft

am i the only one here who felt the need of composition but actually doesn't know what to write?

Sanch Sep 2018

Missing

I have two problems
           one is missing
           missing is another
I don’t know which one is worse
But I know
           both hurts
Who could have saved me
But me
           Stop.
You could have saved me
           from drowning
But all you did
           was to turn a blind eye
In front of me was missed
           miss;
           you are missed
And within me
           was a mess
           a shattered belief
I knew that moment both needs a resolve
And I thought I was there
I thought I could
           save myself from missing
           and find what's missing

#recollection #renewal

Sanch Aug 2018

Please no... please don't

I still remember the time
how I beg for your love
so much that words
“Don’t leave me”
became a prayer
and for once
I became the patron saint
of Desperation

sometimes we cant just forget

#breakup

Sanch Jul 2018

a silent cry

i sat
       in my room
       in complete isolation

i know
       the attack
       is coming again

but there
       she was, standing
       a face covered by hair

i felt
       numbness started to fade
       and now im about to burst

her cry--
       the loudest of all the silent cries--
       broke my heart

finally, i shed
       my unwept tears of eons
       twas when i felt alive

my mom was there, crying, mumbling words i can barely understand. i didnt know what to do, or what to say, i didnt even had the chance to cry.

#depression

Sanch Jul 2018

Hate

you hated me
maybe you still do
and i hate
how i hated you less
just because
i loved you
more than you expected me to

Sanch Jun 2018

Left for the right one

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