Look for me in the oceans, I'll be there waving.

Maybe, you should've tried harder.
Harder for her not to have any reasons at all.

Try again. Fail again, better.

Do not shrink yourself to fit into places you've outgrown.

If it no longer feels like home, it's time to move on.

"You know I have to put you on suicide watch", he said.

What, so you can watch me die instead?

-  is the saddest word you'll ever hear
You'd wish for more,
But all that you had was almost.

Lies after lies.

I know this isn't what you wanted it to be but you can still make something good out of it.

I know you can.
Stop clenching your jaw.

I'm sure you'll realize that there are some people you'll never see again.

At least, not in the same way.

I like colors, pens and pillows.
But they said you have to love blades, knives, and poison and **** everything in between.

Just because one doesn't bend over to meet your expectations doesn't give you the liberty to break them a million times to fit the mold.

I was twelve when I asked my mom
"Is 925 sterling silver necklace worth something?"
As seen on the necklace I received;
From a boy I never noticed.

My mom responded,
"Depends on how you are treated after receiving such thing."

I never looked at things the same way,
Ever again.

I won't keep everyone in 2020.
I'm keeping the ones who know how messed up I am,
but never shoved it up to my ***.

but how long you stay and how further you can go
is a story only you can tell.

Stop feeling bad and mad for choosing your self this time. ❤️

I've got a hundred more poems for all the boys I loved. I don't know if that makes me a poet or just someone who's been repeatedly broken.

Slept for like 13 hrs.
Missed an appointment.
Woke up too early for the next day.

This is what sad people do. I don't like it either.

Built you up just to let me down.

The things that she's paying attention to,
Are actually the things that matters to her.

The things that she apologizes for,
Are the things that offends her.

Pay attention to her and the things that matter.

You can't **** your thoughts,
but you can **** yourself.

So, why not?

Feed your sadness with poems that bleed, so you'll stop bothering your wrists.

When you do things out of someone else' comfort,
Remember that you are also giving away bits of you that you never knew mattered.
Read that again.

I pinned your apology against my wall;
Looked at it for most of the days.

I went through hell, but I never stopped there.
Why tf would I stay in Hell?

I have healed my wounds on my own,
Without any closure,
And no apologies from you.

But if you think apologizing to me wil help you move forward, sure.

I'm way past you.

Your goals can be as simple as surviving today.
Stop worrying, you are doing great. 🙆

Dating me is left-over pizza at 2 a.m.
Hope you don't care.

I guess the pain is comfortable.

I'm definitely not good with words, and i don't always know what to say but I'll write about you all day.

Stop blaming yourself;
Quit asking why.

I do not love myself today.
And maybe that's okay.

You ever feel like you don't have any friends?

Like, friends as in "friends-whom-you-can-run-to-and-be-comfortable-sharing-your-thou­ghts-with?"

Like, friends as in "i-got-you-always"

Same.

Late nights are for those who can't be true to themselves in broad daylight.

I wish more people would appreciate the moments it took for them to see the rainbow,
Rather than the *** of gold it offers at the end.

Valid questions:
Why am I still here?
Who are these people?
What should I say next?
Are they expecting me to say something next?

You handled her feelings like how the clouds handled the rain.

Your freckles are one of too many constellations built
in your galaxy.

You may not understand,
As no galaxies are alike.

Don't try so hard to cover them.

You know I could write hundreds of poems about how lovely you are, and you would prolly say I'm right but you'd still continue your diet.

Please, stop.

It’s just that these days, there hasn’t been much in my life to praise.

Coffee no longer wakes me up.

That's how sad I've been.

No one's gonna do it for you, ***.
Do it for your **** self.

I'm not afraid anymore of the sound I make inside the public comfort room whenever I take a ***. It's normal, I tell myself, you're doing okay.

I don't hide behind my hair anymore whenever I ride the transit. They're not looking at you, I tell myself, you're doing alright.

I don't whisper my stories in the corridor anymore. Speak normal, I tell myself, you're doing fine.

Today, I decided not to hide behind closed doors, not to chew every people's reaction into my head and stop playing their opinions on my ipad.

Today, I will go out there, wear my loveliest dress and be like a field of sunflowers-- beautiful and satisfying.
I'm gonna wear my skin and my skin will be the prettiest of them all.

I am beautiful, I tell myself, that's better.

You look happy,
but not the kind of happy you pretend to be.

More like social media-type of happy, and it's not a good thing to look at.

You're not a good thing to look at.

Maybe self-love is allowing yourself to cry as much as you want to.

She forgot, sometimes, she could make her own choices.

Be the kind of damsel who doesn't need a prince to be freed from the tower, the kind who saves herself instead.

They wake up very morning, dress up and go out just like everyone else.
They go to work with empty heads and empty hearts.
No, they smile, too.
Doing the same things in circles.

Day in and day out, you go to the same place and do more or less of the same thing for way too little money or credit.

We forget.
We no longer dream.
We just wander.

Sad by default.

I was not good to the last person I loved so I punished my heart, let it break and bleed 'til the last shred of blood it can give to water my regrets that'll grow into such beautiful smiles of pain.

She needed a little rain to forget about her tears.

Every minute we spend trying, is a minute that we do not have.
Make it worth your while.