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To be the reason you breathe

Your every thought
Your every dream
Your purpose in life
Would be the reason I breathe

To be what makes you believe

Your reason for living
Your reason for smiling
Your motivation for existing
Would be what makes me believe

To be the one you depend on

Your rock when you need to lean
Your shoulder when you need to cry
Your soft place to land, when life's too hard
Would be the only thing I could depend on

To be the one who helps you feel strong

Your innocence when it doesn't belong
Your heart when yours breaks in two
Your soul when it's shattered too
Would be what makes me feel strong


**and of all these things
To breathe and believe
To depend on, to feel strong
I only need you
To feel that I belong
I hate that feeling.
           that feeling when you're sad,
But you have no idea why.
           You feel so **** void,
but nothing has happened.
           They ask you what is wrong,
but you can not explain.
           Or they did not ask anything,
I do not know what is worse.
           It just feels like I miss someone,
someone I never met.
           I need someone who does not need me.
Loneliness hovers over me,
           takes control of me.
I do not even care.
           I extricate itself from the goals.
Sadness for now is my best and only friend.
           I begin to hate myself and
I want everyone to leave me alone.
          At the same time,
I want someone to hug me and
          told me that everything will be okay.

**I just hate that feeling.
That feeling,
when you do not even know what the hell you feel.
It's a feeling that only the heart and soul can feel.
Not your brain, because your pain will tell you are
okay when really your heart is altered by the world.
Someone please hold me, I really need it.
Upside down
and turned around
the dragon sleeps inside

Dancing around the flames
tonight and forever
crawling though voices
that scream your name

falling in silence
such a subtle torture
enveloped by the bleakness
of my insides

The red moon softly
speaks in whispers
I hear his thoughts
breaking the current
of the waves of myself.
teenage crime has yet to be measured in
stolen kisses, blatant personality forgery, and heartbreak.
society.
I miss the way you
took up my empty spaces.
Your words would fill me up
like a well,
that all my contents would spill
out at your feet.
You changed me.
Someday you will

look up to the

sky for

real.

Where there is

millions and

trillions of

stars.

Where lights truly

shine.

Where sound could

not travel but

yet you can still hear.

Where your

dreams

truly

lies.

Where dreams are

realities.

Where realities are

dreams.

Where you can

truly

lose

yourself to

nothingness.
Meet me in the mandarin sun
Down by bottom bridge
I'll wait for you till sunset comes
And not a minute less
I'll stare into the glistening stream
Maybe hum a lonely tune
The horizon line will be my watch
a yellow tint the falling hand

Meet me where the river ends
And turns into open blue
I'll be laughing to myself
Still waiting where the pine tree stands  
Oh the orange sun up high
Does get so very low
Don't leave me in the dark this time
Don't leave me there alone

Save the last speck of dying light
with your ghostly silhouette
Oh leave me in the upset sunset
Or leave me lay to waste
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