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Ayana Jul 2018
Nostalgia

Similar ways , similar game,  similar pain ... you said you were different but you're definitely just the same....

Familiar ways , familiar pain , familiar place, familiar shame....

You know my name ..you know my face..... you claimed that you knew me.. but you obviously Don't....

Guess I must be crazy ... crazy to think  that things were just a little hazy......or you must be crazy ....or are we both crazy....

A. Jackman
Thanks for reading ..much like I have someone to talk to ...
Demons Jul 2018
Emo.
The stereotypical thoughts are,
I slit my wrists,
I drink bleach,
I wear black 24/7,
And I’m depressed, Suicidal or Both.
Emo.
The true thoughts are,
I feel things deeply,
I’m real, I don’t sugarcoat.
And I wear black because it’s Poetic.
Emo.
It’s honestly my true aesthetic,
My one and only place I feel alive.
So for all of you that are Scene Kids and Emo Kids?
Talk to me.
I get you, trust me.
this is a little rant because honestly, people are very stereotypical about the Emo Community and stuff, but yeah. That’s about it.
Me and you have the type of relationship where we can't stop dancing
Feels like forever since I saw the opposite side of you, when you caught me glancing
I know you know how it goes but I still want you to know I want to be like you
I’m caught up in fighting feeling fantastic and wanting more; I want to be like you
I want to dream and then watch the magic happen but i'm addicted to these vices
Addicted to the next high when I know i'm the cat and the universe is my mouse
And I want it to, if I could only avoid feeling blue, I'd want you to tell me what to do
You opened my eyes to things I never thought were possible but now it's nothing new
Its like im chasing something and it's always an inch away
I feel like I'm enjoying my life but I want to see better days
I feel like you hated me then walked away slowly
Which had me caught in the trap of feeling lonely
Like I'm the only one with these problems when in reality we all have our ****
And I know that were not all the same but just by seeing these eyes I know we are a bit
Man on street, president of the usa, we all just want to be accepted in our own ******* way
And it gets tough when you lose that relationship with yourself which is why I miss you
I used to be scared to say anything with the idea in my head that I'd end up dissing you.
And now I feel like I'm half hugging you instead of kissing you and it's making me feel off
Like I've got emotional connections to what you showed me and now I'm just searching for god
Like did i do something wrong, am i wrong, is there a wrong
God would know and i bet he'd say just dont think and come along
I dont know, I don't know; truest words ever spoken
Want to learn through meditation, I’m always hoping
And i want to cash in on everything you've said that was possible
I just don't know, you gifted me so many trips to the hospital
Tried to convince me to follow the gospel ****** with me for years and left me feeling hostile
I just want to be you, because I know you have a plan and a place in our kingdom
The best thing for me right now would be if you spoke to me and I stopped my moping
Heavens a mile away but I know I’m going because i am you and you are me and ive got faith that someday I will be free
I’m just another one of you
Sydney Marie May 2018
As time grows on,
My memories of you grow thin.

First;
Our last goodbye
Last;
Our first hello
CautiousRain May 2018
A scary thought,
my dear,
is that you’re the only reason for living.

I promise I’ve tried finding some other reason,
hoping I could forge a healthier relationship
with life,
but I’d sooner have death than live without you.

Not even art makes me alive anymore.
All I have is you, you know,
and my friends would hate to hear
how much I long for death or for you;
life gets to choose what path I take,
and I hate it.


At this rate, I’m scared of failing,
I am trying so desperately
to pretend I know what I’m doing,
to pretend I still have a drive,
but I’m only here because you’re still here.

I love you.
Personal but also ??????? oh well I'll probably tell him this soon enough and brace for whatever awkward sadness stuff may or may not occur
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