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I do own everything,

happiness

friends

money

luxury

satisfaction,

an­d yet

why,

do

I

always

feel

empty

and

lonely
 Feb 2015 Ren
Corina
Silence
 Feb 2015 Ren
Corina
it's hard to tell your story
life needs to make at least some sense
to be put into words
words are usually on my side
but in this case
my words are forests where my emotions can hide
in this case
silence
is my only sound

it's hard to open to a stranger
the words
the stories
things happened long ago
how do you tell them?
and what lights do you use

do you want to shine on your own role like
a victor
a victim
a bystander
what's my part of my life?

i answered the answer of why my life is falling apart
with silence
i have nothing to say
but silence masking my pain
 Feb 2015 Ren
Nina Campos
Every fiber of you
       still lingers
          in every fiber of me.
I love holding your cold hands.
 Feb 2015 Ren
B
Weeds
 Feb 2015 Ren
B
He ripped open
my chest and planted
seeds in my lungs
hoping to
grow flowers
But only weeds
emerged from
the scar he left.


B.S
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