It’s as if you’re not there
You don’t talk or try
You don’t speak, you don’t creek
You’re scared of the consequences
Yet you’re scared
Scared of the disaster you may leave behind you
You didn’t mean for him to fall in love
Not so deeply
Not yet
You don’t want to hurt him but you don’t want to stay
Leave and say goodbye Angel, delight of god and deliverance of hell

So integral, this feeling
I can't make myself ignore it

The waves seep chill from off the wind
My thoughts, caught up in the current

I found the beauty in the lake
If only for a moment.

I ignored it for so long
But it's mine, just for a second

The calming wind over the lake
Caught in the skin of this horrid face

Scared and truly alone.

If I could only drift away...

i'm tired of
sounding like a
cliché
but probably even more
tired
of the fact that it's normal
to feel
what i feel
and to experience
what i have experienced

We are what we are
I am what I am

Nothing but a replica
Of imagined will
For all this effort
Scrapes don't fade
On porcelain skin

I am tired some days,
To hold it all inside,
To keep it all together.
'Cause how long do you think
Can it survive?
After a heart's being broken and shattered?

Sometimes I wish I could leave it all behind
Take away the power I've given people
To hurt me
And maybe then I can be free? 'Cause I've had it enough,
My insecurities **** me up,
Or maybe it's my fear of losing people
Is what I'm afraid of?

I know I ain't easy to love,
I know I'm complicated and ****** up.
But I wonder why do you still hold onto me,
Maybe 'cause you want to;
Or perhaps is it because,
I don't let go easy?

I hope someday I can get out of my misery;
Which I know in this world ain't easy.
I hope someday it won't be this hard,
And I can completely put down my guard.
Let my screams out;
And rest my tired heart.
//tired//
-Neha❤✨

I want to swallow myself whole
and feel this pain implode on itself.

I want to bite my flesh
and spit poison on the street.

I want to claw my face off
and look the way I feel: an old onion.

I want to die now
and take this weight off these tired feet.

Thinking is not doing,
Doing is doing,
And lately,
I have been thinking a lot,
And it gets in the way of doing,
Whenever I make myself do,
All I am missing is the rest,
And to stop, look, rest and think...