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You cant save my life
I am drawn
drawn in my own pain

You cant make me happy
I am covered
Covered with my own grief

You cant read me
I am written in the paper
damped by my own tears
 Oct 2015 theunrealist
J
FIXED
 Oct 2015 theunrealist
J
Looking back at the old days,
Seeing your sweet smiling face,
Tracking down each memory,
It has become my remedy.

At some point you became my world,
I still thank you; a dozen fold,
You made me stronger,
You made me a lot better.

I believe that people come and go,
It’s a way for us to grow,
But my door is always open,
For our friendship not to be broken.

Seeing you smile with no more pain,
At last I saw a rainbow after the rain,
We are better off this way,
I hope now you’ve decided to stay.
Sometimes it's best to choose friendship over relationship
 Oct 2015 theunrealist
J
THOUGHTS
 Oct 2015 theunrealist
J
Late night thoughts start to creep,
Words, phrases, lines are very deep,
Do you have to visit every night?
Do I still have to listen or begin to fight?

'When will it be my turn?'
It hit me hard, I may never return,
My world starts to crumble,
My heart begins to tumble.

Do you have to visit every night?
You're making everything so tight,
Late night thoughts start to creep,
Please let me sleep.
Can't get you off my mind
 Oct 2015 theunrealist
Rivers Kay
I have dreams................

It's just the nightmares that get me somewhere....
 Oct 2015 theunrealist
ESR
Untitled
 Oct 2015 theunrealist
ESR
A wise man
once said  It's pointless,
To seek joy beneath the sun,
This is no Song of Solomon but,
Once it's finished-
Can you say you've won?
You're like a math problem with no solution,
A cigarette with no end.
An addiction I can't get rid off,
Like ******.
I wish I could fix the damage I've done,
But there's no solution to my problem.
I've caused my own heartbreak,
Now I have to watch you walk away.
Now I am old
should have clean more
for I have dust in my head
gets stuck in the works
think thats it
but now I forget more
so I get my cans on
play my music loud
moves it around
dusty brains.
P@ul  ***.
Being happy
only means
having something or someone
about which you may later
become depressed.
 Oct 2015 theunrealist
ALamar
Pessimism and sarcasm
Go together like
No budget and a bad check
Transparent Reflections
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