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I
just
want
to
keep
my
cheeks
dry
until
the
very
end.
It gets worse every year right?
You lose a lot,
People
Money
Life
Your worth
Yourself.
1AM
You will still have your worst days,
even if you have the best things in life.
We have holes in our hearts
That are either
Scars from the past
Or empty compartments
To be filled in the future
You
You pointed out my flaws
As if I'm not aware of them
Laugh at me when I'm down
Pinning me hard to this muddy ground

My whole life
I wanted you to be happy
I don't know about you
Maybe this makes you happy

I'm crawling, in this muddy ground
Crying, hurting, waiting
For a sound, a hand, a smile
From you
But you didn't come

I've fallen and stood up
For quite a hundred times
Yet you only show up
When I have the spotlight

This isn't a stage drama
You don't have to show off your tears
When people are watching you
And applauding you

There aren't behind the scenes
Because if there were
You could've been part of it
You can't

After some time
I learned one thing
I've been holding on to people
Who have already let me go

I'm trying to stop writing sad poems
Especially if it's because of you
But you always make me want to
Because this is my only way

I see you everyday
Waving like a homecoming queen
At people you probably think
Are on your side

I can't make a statement about you
Not even the bad ones
I don't wanna use my mouth
To say your name
Because my heart's too broken
To even think of you

But here I am
Writing this
Not for you
But about you
If I died today
Would people come to my funeral
Cry like I deserved better
And leave me sweet messages I wouldn't hear
Would my friends miss me
Or would my family put me in their hearts forever

If I died today
Would you come to my wake
Bring me flowers
Remember my days
And pray for me

If I died today
Where do you think would I go
To heaven, a place of eternity
Or to hell, the place I suppose I deserve
I'm 22
An adult I suppose
My age cannot be counted
Without using my 10 fingers thrice
I'm stuck
In a chapter full sorrows
A phase I didn't wish for
Nothing's great
I wake up
Not stressed out with work
But with the never ending
Roller coaster of failures
Sometimes, I can handle it
Mostly, it's killing me
But I'm 22
And I'm supposed to be an adult
Act like one
Live like one
Suffer like one
Because I'm 22
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