"hypophrenia" poems
What if feelings were really all just science?
That everything we feel is actually genetic
That would mean
Every awful feeling was meant to be
All that we do, all that we see
We were meant to be
Exactly where we are
That would mean our mistakes
Aren't mistakes at all
We were made to be exactly
What we are
Happy, scared, stressed, and sad
Genetics would make it seem less bad
What if science was really all we had?
All the heartache and pain
All the decisions that we've made
Everything we are would make sense
But this is merely a myth
Jan 25, 2015
Jan 25, 2015 at 10:06 PM UTC
So I spoke to you
after a couple of months.
Awkward Silence
Dead airs
Long stares
I saw your eyes were sad
I wanna hug you tight so bad
But i wont do it
Not because i don't care
But because i'm scared.
Scared that i might hurt you again.
I'm tired of all the pain I feel
There's too much of it.
It's like pieces of glass in my heart.
May 25, 2016
May 25, 2016 at 1:04 PM UTC
last night i stumbled into
a false reality
where i thought i was actually
okay because it wasn't raining anymore;
and the plants were actually growing
and my parents didn't fight
they just sat in silence
it was so ******* suffocating
but being suffocated is better than burning alive
my mom she didn't complain about how thin i was
and my dad didn't talk about
what a waste of space i was
my mind, it wasn't screaming at me
to fall apart
and the shards of the broken pieces
didn't sting as much
but then i woke up and realized what a mess
i was
my body is all angles; no curves
my hair is almost as dead as the plants
i'm such a waste of space
the broken pieces they still lie on my arms
and they yell at me at night
with the pale moon out they become so alive
and my scars they end up burning me alive
i want to suffocate
Jan 3, 2015
Jan 3, 2015 at 12:52 PM UTC