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Wake up early
Do things that make you happy
In hopes they make you happy

Push them out
Not down
If they are out they might come back
But if their down they can only come out

In time you will forget
And they will forget
And it will just be another
Forgotten

Wake up early
Do things that make you happy
Until they make you happy
Faces in gloom
It may be Monday morning but it's not hell
Will my lips ever stretch near my ears again?
Not until I can see the grass
Not until I have no tears
Not until I am in his arms
But what if
What if when
I can see the grass
I have no tears
And I am in his arms
My lips continue to not stretch near my ears
Anxiety
It's the first day of the new semester
All new classes
The second I woke up "will you know anyone? What if people think you're weird? What if you have to sit alone at lunch?"
I finally get to school a half hour early and wonder the halls so I don't have to be awkward sitting in the first class longer than usual
The bell rings
I walk to that second class already knowing someone in there decreases my worry
The bell rings
The bell rings
I get to math knowing this is the class we go to lunch with and if I don't know anyone then I'm doomed
I see someone I know, 2, 3 people
But then she comes in
The one person at the school whom I had a falling out with
And of course she is friends with those 1, 2, 3 people
More than I am
I'm practically a wreck walking to lunch thinking
"Should I just sit in the bathroom? What if I can't find anyone?"
I walk around awkwardly until I see a familiar face that I just sit by to lower the anxiety
Bell rings
Finally 5th hour
A class with no worry
Four people I know
Just then I remember
We get in groups of four
What if they exclude me
Then what
January 26th
Even though it's only been a day since we've kissed and an hour since we've talked there are still tears in my eyes and a pit in my soul because I miss you
I ******* miss you
I was born with skin stars and you were too
If you need two perfect people
Just look at me and you
I think the fog is beautiful
With its undying haze
But it's causing me sorrow
When I think I see your face

It's only been 8 hours
But I still long for your kiss
I don't know how to react anymore
I've never had emotions like this
I have the thickest of skins
And I have my whole life
So don't stab me in the back
Unless you want a broken knife
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