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Jan 2016 · 714
my heart
We're quickly growing apart.
You ignore me.
We don't talk.
You'll look at me from across the room,
Like you're looking right through me.
But you'll never walk over, let alone say anything.
Maybe it's my fault,
Maybe I was too boring,
Or that I never gifted you.
I'm sorry I didn't meet you're expectations.
But I tried and In will continue to try until, you give up on me completely.
Dec 2015 · 442
Good enough
As soon as I open my eyes in the morning,
I immediately worry about what others think.
They expect beauty.
They expect intelligence,
They expect success.

I will look at myself for hours at a time.
Just to figure out which ****** expression,
Which angle,
Which tilt of my head,
Is good enough.
I layer on makeup to be what society thinks Is flawless,
I will wear the clothes society excepts
I will do what society defines as "proper"
When will I be good enough
Dec 2015 · 997
Messy thoughts
Darling your arms are on backwards,
And your knees are twisted.
Your mind empty,
And your skin paper thin.
Your bones are frail,
And fingers numb.
What're you doing to yourself.

You're no longer yourself.
I miss the old you and I can tell you do too.
What's the point, just make it stop.
Come lay with me.
You've had enough pain to last your life
Dec 2015 · 720
seasons
The seasons changing and so are you.
You'll go and hide in the shadowy corners of your bedroom,
Your emotions have come to a complete dull.
For you are not you anymore.
You've disappeared from sight.
Days are long, tiresome, sullen and filled with hours that could be spent together.
But you've gone away somewhere,
And no one can find out where.
Come home to me.
Dec 2015 · 606
cold
He's cold.
Not in the physical sense, but emotional.
He doesn't talk much,
And he pushes others away.
He drinks to cover his emotions.
He never likes to show who he is.

Maybe he's afraid of opening up,
And making himself vulnerable.
Why light yourself on fire to make someone else warm
Dec 2015 · 672
My soul
I'm alone.
I can feel my heart giving up on me,
It just might be something destine to happen.
I see war on the screen,
It's cruel and unclean.
I'll always worry more about you then me.
I am unkind and rude.
Have no eyes so no point of view.
I wish you could come home.
That's something my soul needs, is you lying next to me
Nov 2015 · 874
Born to Die
There has been 108 billion people on this planet,
And none of them made it.
A total of 7.1 billion people are on earth right now,
And none of them will make it either.

It terrifies me.
Everything in this world is limited .
You and I will will only have a little time together.
There's gonna people who will get more time with you,
I'll forever be envious of them.

I guess they're just the lucky ones.
I continue to wonder why we even try anymore,
When we're born to die.

— The End —