I was told that some people
are born to be leaders,
and other people
are born to be followers.

my depression has sent me
on a downward spiral,
and I know that
I can't stay strong forever.
I won't stand tall forever.

am I a leader?
when I fall, will I take
anyone else down with me?

or am I a follower?
will I fall because I let
someone drag me down?

and if I don't want
to be either of those,
then who do I want to be?

I am falling apart
I am scared
I am lonely
But who really cares  
No one cares
No one knows
Am I hurt you wouldn't know
Am I broken its hard to tell
Drifting away from what's real
Its like life telling me who to be
Life is a battle
A battle I will overcome  
Will writing poems heal what's broken  
Follow me and you'll know what happened

@devenpawarr

dancing
laughing
falling
talking
love you  

"wait so you have an ex",
"I don date guys who have ex",
"but baby",
"save it I don't want to hear it"

arguing
storming
heart
breaking
I hate you

I wondered mysterious,
through the sand,
as I heard sounds.
papa told me to stay inside,
but my curiosity got the best of me
it was no long before i heard a sound
I turned around it was a beast
a lion!!!
I ran as fast as i could
Soon i got tired
and collapsed
I had just been lunch.

I used to
follow life,
then I did let it go
and it is
still close by

a touch
and it sets      
              apart.

A single touch may break me
but still I follow the light,
creeping from the dark
as if my soul could not
be shattered.

I followed,
but never could quite grasp
such a sacred thing.

Always discharging  projectiles  to the left hand side
of my perception, misguided attempts to  traumatise
                             every aspect that follows your breadcrumbs.


But I'm not one to follow the hunger of love,
         bruises show the path that was unyielding
to the malleability restricting my tangibility

            of every needing.

Wondering on the grains that you cant follow,
                       I told you I was always here..


I walk barefoot, so that you can t follow the steps,
             that you brought.


    Its hard for your love to fathom that i no
longer need to follow the footsteps of tears..

Mine are dry and you'll never follow me...