it hurt when you didn't say i love you of course, it hurt but i was so good at hiding my feelings too good i laughed it of and later we joked about it but as soon as i was alone my smile broke and i heard my violently sobs becoming louder and louder but not a tear came i was cold a limp human body without a soul
Seven years of loneliness Seven years if emptiness Seven years of misunderstandings Seven years of discouragement Seven years of self hatred Seven years of failures Seven years of jeer Seven year of fear Seven years of lost cheer
Seven years is all it took To make me strong and then weak again To make me loose my own self To make terror take away the sound of sobs To make me dead inside but alive outside
I fought in the storm, fought in the battle of pain But I came out stronger and braver
These years were not capable of Taking that glimmer of hope away Stopping me from dreaming Stopping me from living Stopping me from hard work
Seven years is all it took To ruin my life but give me the most beautiful meanings To make me realise that Without hard work, nothing grows but weeds.
Despite how frenzied these years were This artistic destruction will always be a part of me
I've left a trail of emotion behind my back, chasing away the grief in her glassy eyes. These sobs fueled my tired self- echoing against her trembling hands. With me, I’ll take your despair, I'll take your regret, dropping to the marble floor.
my words they can't escape through my sobs i've tried to tell you countless times but they are trapped in my throat trying to make their way out through my gasps of air im choking on all the things i want to say to you
shadows and silhouettes dancing on the ceiling. blinding blue lights circle the bathroom mirrors stained with purple lipstick. silent vibrations from your phone blocked by the shower’s storm and overflowing sink water. spilled lotion bottles and untouched lemon wicks. wadded tissues colored in colorless tears drowning in puddles of the bathroom tiles. girls’ giggles in the room next, moaning through the right wall, and sad chocolate eyes abandoned behind the shower curtains. wet hair, wet mascara, wet sobs; your sad chocolate eyes trapped in a nightmare.
So smooth with my words, but not caring when it counts The many times we kissed, i don't know the amount So drawn in by your whisper So engaged in everything you said R.I.P to my heart, because that part of me is dead what lead me to this point, what put me in this position Had me concentrating on you, hopefully wishing So smooth, the way i approached you, so eager with the way i grabbed you I knew from that day on i didn't want to be without you You lucked up this time, but i never gained closure because i never wanted to let go, i just wanted to get closer...
seeing my grandmother cry herself to sleep because she had to bury her lover 6 feet deep
a feeling that makes me cry myself I never thought I'd have to feel my poor grandmother feels so alone I would do anything to help her heal
she wakes up each morning completely in ignorant bliss forgetting about the sobs in her sleep without her husband's goodnight kiss
moving around keeps herself busy drinking alcohol every night to make her dizzy
once the thoughts slow down and her mind comes to relief she must think about her deceased husband crying in disbelief
she longs for connection from the family who still lives asking them to come around before her heart gives
living through the days she tries so hard but she struggles to visit his garden in the backyard
he still lives around their home leaves his shoes by the front door she will never be rid of him her love for him lasting evermore
I wish I could help her I think about her every day and how my poor grandpa never meant to make her feel this way
I wrote this one night after a family party. I had seen my grandmother all happy and drunk throughout the whole party but when she went to lay down and sleep.. I watched and listened as her discrete sobs rose up in her chest and fell down her cheeks. I knew I had to write this.
the current flows rapidly down my cheeks and my eyes puffy like balloons my face quivering, the sobs erupting from my mouth my knees weak my heart shattered i tell myself i shouldn't cry that i'll be okay but how do i know that? how do i know that this hurt is going to stop? what if it never stops? is it like a toothache? the pain comes and goes, only getting stronger and stronger until you have to get it taken out? what if i can't remove this pain like i can my tooth? what if this ache in my heart won't heal and the crack will never mend? who am i to know what my heart wants? maybe it's tired of my reckless decisions and has decided that it doesn't want to be healed maybe it will stay this way and prepare for the next wave of pain to come just like that toothache but... what happens when the pain is finally too much? can i die from a broken heart? how will i prepare for another love? how do i know that this is the one? how do i know that he loves me? how do i know when it's finally going to end? how...