Would the ocean feel any pain
If it couldn't tide, would it strain?
If the moon didn't pull it each night
With no force to help it feel light
Struggling with its surface tension
Reaching out, without attention
Would it burst under the pressure?
Or would it die, without pleasure?
I would relate to its heartache
Holding it in, trying not to break.
Universe, stop calling my bluff.
I think... I've had more than enough.

I was scared of love
And didn’t think it would last
For eternity

When the night falls, I’m left with myself.
Will I fail to reach my full potential?
Or will I figure out a way to survive?

My future is a map.
I try to plan out the trip
But there is lots unknown.
I don’t know where to go.

Tonight I will rest, and tomorrow I will rise.
Who knows what’s in store?
It’s all a surprise.

Guilt that all i feel
It's this constant emotion that won't leave
And you reassure me saying it's okay
But it's clearly not
Because if it were okay
I wouldn't be feeling this way
If it were okay
You would be telling me that it's not okay

W.K

16 Years Old, yet I feel as though I've done nothing with my life.
16 Years Old, yet I've never been invited to a house party.
16 Years Old, yet I've never had my first kiss or first drink.

16 Years Old and I feel like I'm not living life,
that I'm not truly being a teenager
and making life long memories.

I feel as though I'm floating through life.
That I have no purpose,
No sense of direction or belonging.
That I don't do anything with my life.
That I'm simply just floating through the wave of life,
and will be swept away into sea.

beady eyes
intent on watching my every move,
continuously following me
as i pace around the room
and it is dark,
for i cannot see
but i know these beady eyes are staring at me.