Lalo Oct 9
You asked
What is the scariest part?

I answer
The scariest part
is not the feeling of loneliness
or the darkness that fills you
despite the looming pain
of emptiness

The scariest part
is the realization  
that you have lost yourself
completely
sinking in as you lay awake
at 2 AM
because you lost the ability to sleep
and you can't even cry
because you don't even care
Lalo Oct 8
He was asleep beside me.
I leaned into his side
and kissed the outline of his jaw
and the tip of his nose

I took his hand in mine
and brought it to my lips
feeling the rough skin of his palm
and I pushed up his sleeve

In the darkness of the bedroom
I looked down at
the lines melting into his soft skin
the red ones overlapping the white

And I suddenly knew
I knew how sad he really was
I knew he wasn't fine
when he said he was
Lalo Oct 8
Today was the absolute worst day ever
And don't try to convince me that
There's something good in everyday
Because, when you take a closer look,
This world is a pretty evil place.
Even if
Some goodness does shine through once in awhile
Satisfaction and happiness don't last.
And it's not true that
It's all in the mind and heart
Because
True happiness can be obtained
Only if one's surrounding's are good
It's not true that good exists
I'm sure that you can agree that
The reality
Creates
My attitude
It's all beyond my control
And you'll never in a million years hear me say that
Today was a good day.
Now read it from Bottom to Top.
Lalo Oct 5
Welcome to our generation
Where kid's pretend to smile
They pretend to be happy
When in reality
They're broken
Beat,
hurt,
Tired,
And they just want to die.

Welcome to our generation
Where kid's self-harm
Starve themselves
and make themselves throw up
The generation that tries to die.

This is our generation
The generation that want's to hide
The generations that want's to die
Lalo Oct 5
Living with Depression
Is like watching people around you
breathing but instead

Your blue lips inhale
Words of self-hatred
And you know you should
Be able to fill your
Lungs
With fresh oxygen
Like everyone else

...But you can't...

And the worst part is
People mistake your chest
Frantically rising up and down
as breathing
when really you're
...Suffocating...
Lalo Oct 5
Anticipation of loss or
Agony of return--Which emotion
Runs deeper through your bones
Depends upon your perspective

The promise of redemption is sweet
Because we lost everything, My son.
But was the fall fortunate for us?
Was it good for ***'s work to be undone?

I will say we shouldn't have tasted.
I will say we didn't have to eat.
I will say this lamb never needed to die.
I will say we know a different perspective.
Lalo Oct 5
If you choose to fall in love,
Fall in love with a writer.
But know you will live in the pages
of a poem, Linger in the words
of a song, Be engraved
in the ink of the plot,
Twisting your fate and heart
into a tempestuous knot.
If you choose to fall in love
Fall in love with a writer
One who will hand you
The world, drawn and painted
in the metaphors of a troubled mind.
Where nothing is simple, not even a line.
If you choose to fall in love,
Fall in love with a writer~
Your life will never be the same
They'll weave stories of yesterday
in the webs of your hair.
Breathe the sky of the morning,
Lure you to their lair.
So if you choose to fall in love,
Fall in love with a writer.
One who truer will never be
Fall in love with a writer...
A writer like me.
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