I have two best friends That my boyfriend doesn't seem to like They have my attention all throughout the day He only gets me in the night time I choke all day And don't breath until the night Am I real around them Or my boyfriend Time will find out Whether I'm honest with myself
Each passing day Is like a dream And not in a good way Like you think it may be Dream as in blurry Like your eyes when you cry Muffled sounds, numb parts As if you're on drugs My brain is getting foggy; I cant write. Stop. The voices are saying I'm not good enough The voices are yelling, they're deafening now They're saying I'm crazy What are you on about? You're ****, and ******. They can see it from afar. Nobody likes you. You're not how they are. You're weird and you're sad. You often get mad. You lash out the most, At the ones you love. That's why they leave you. Please, just shut up I'll always be with you. I am you. Well, ****
Her calm face hid the enchanting smile i was used to,, Her indifferent face hid the emotions i had come to know, Her eyes, cold and calculating, hiding the paradise i enjoyed,,
I never intended to hurt her., Her fragile heart,, Her pure emotions,, If only i could turn back the hands of time, But i know better, Its no use crying over spilt milk,, I can only wait for her wrath.
Im split between two, good and evil. Sitting one each shoulder kissing my neck. Caressing my brain one more than the other. But I will not let the devil win, I'll hold on to the good. Until happiness decides I no longer deserve to be happy.
somehow i had started to bleed my wrists and their scars were open pouring into the river eyes cry red drops of blood falling down my cheek, lips, and chin yet i can't feel a thing if anything the regret lifts from my shoulders and sets me free but i still feel the little bit of blood stuck in my one side of my heart that i can never seem to get rid of and the other half never seems to fill back up so i wait and wait until it's a full river of blood and then i jump
I am split into Two, People. Speaking up /or stuck in a box and I will never be(ing) complete(ly). me .
Three poems in one that speaks of my confused identity. Read as: 1) I am split into two people. Speaking up and/or stuck in a box I will never be completely me. 2) I am two people. Speaking up and I will complete me. 3) Split into two, or stuck in a box and never being complete.