As the day seems to fade,
My numbness does too.
All the darkness comes to surface
Hello, hi.
Remember me?
I’m Miss blue,
hiding in the corner of the room.
Did you miss me?
You know, I missed you.
The giggles evaporated to knives
Now all pointed at me
They cry of piercing noises in my ears
Cruel words is all i can hear
Convincing that this is me.
The whispers in the back of the room,
now screeching, like nails on chalkboards
Expressing what they want me to believe.
Here comes the feeling, I know all too well.
Not being able to breathe.
Throwing my pennies in the wishing well,
Wishing for love
Wishing not to feel’
Once again, a new perspective pushes through.
Everything is always changing, therefore these times will fade too.
So for I know,
this feeling, won’t always be stuck to me
Like glue.
But then I wonder,
Do normal people fantasize about their funeral too?
Sweet whispers of a beautiful tragic, spread through the room, “Gone too soon.”
Or “ I wish I would have knew”
Better cut those thoughts,
Before they consume you.
Nights like these, familiar in taste.
Unpredictable
And lonely in soul.
Screaming in spirit, for a place called home.
Uncontrollable emotions. Release it all.
Cry on the floor, if that’s what you need to do.
Just know, your spirit will rise through,
Your soul will be cleansed once the storm is over
And your eyes will see anew.
You will see past the old truth that you once knew
From a different perspective;
Yet the same point of view
Crying so much, my eyes start to bleed.
And they plead;
For love, for warmth.
For eyes that I adore.
Somewhere this must exist,
Far away from here.
Or maybe I can find it
Residing within myself.
We create our own kind of hell
or permanent bliss.
It depends on which you want to hear.
Well i’ll start with this,
Here comes the reaching upward of the soul
I hope you will believe, even as the light turns to dusk
The same light that shines from the sun
And illuminates the moon
Exists within you, too.
The magic starts with this ☆
Right now, right here
In this mirror
This is probably my favorite poem I have ever written. It starts off about this "monster" or voice inside the back of my head telling me all these awful things about myself, but as time goes on I can't differentiate the voice and these cruel words start to sound like the truth. Only until I start to realize, these feelings and times will change. So I hold on, I hold on to the light that we all share.. those who suffer, we fight.. we fight everyday, with a smile on our face to the world. They have no idea, but we know we are warriors.
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