Anger is an acid, That is tearing at her heart. It’s like everyone left, And now she’s falling apart. My veins are like a ticking time bomb, But I felt safe with you. The universe has spun off balance, And now we can’t break through.
The night is dead, The memories are crumbled Chasing a different dream With no evidence of the past. What does it mean when a man kills himself because the thing he loved most betrayed him? The son walks into the backyard to find that strange fruit growing on the trees with the sorrow of shame I can’t look out the window I can’t look at this place The stars make me wonder Where you are. Does life look different through the eyes of a betrayed heart I wonder if you will be ok if you nee...
Raindrops pierce my skin like hot tears that fall from the sockets like the night we left. I haven’t felt the same since. The hardest part of letting go is the nights we shared and the nights we could have shared. One year later and I still don’t feel any better, if anything I feel worse.
I’ve been trying for so long to be perfect. I’m tired of trying so hard for others, When I haven’t tried anything for myself. Running around town, I see dying lights all around, but I won’t die for you. I’ll die for myself.
Two feet standing strong, my heart is still beating. With shadows clinging to my feet and two hands longing for one another. The memories are bound to fade, but for now I will relive them until they are drowned out.
Do you really need to cry to be sad? Do you really need to smile to be happy? I don’t wanna be stuck in this town. I don’t wanna be stuck here right now. The world is a fucking time bomb. Waves of anger, approach me, Triggered by the slightest memory. The waves roar over My seemingly emotionless body, While my insides scream for relief. Its for reasons only I know And for reasons I understand. No one can help me. I just need to get away. I just need be free.
Friday February 27, 2015 at 3:19 AM - i'm still awake. my head feels like it's gonna explode. all I can think about it you.
Standing alone in a crowd: a concept that has become popular in depressed modern cultures, an idea that many know all too well. There is satisfaction that comes with the release of an internal storm: the moment when one’s voice has reached its loudest and angriest capability, when the birds stop singing and actually start listening. The blurred pictures come together and everything makes sense.
To The Ignorant
All around me are the ignorant, the ones who don’t realize the impact of their words and how narrow minded their conversations and views on the world are. They don’t care to try new things, see new people, get a change of scenery away from the square box that is their daily lives.
out of breath
sometimes I have a moment of remembering, a moment of frustration where I want to scream and cry until I’m out of breath, until the tears won’t fall anymore, until I’m rubbed so raw that nothing seems real anymore
She looked so innocent with uncorrupted eyes that shimmered even in darkness. People passed her by in the halls day after day, and no one knew.
I have more seconds of my father’s voice in my voicemail in the past three months than I have seconds of talking to him in the past year.
My mind won’t stop rewinding back to six months ago. Fear consumes me, it clouds my head and tightens my throat to think that one day I will forget his voice and I will forget why he was so different from anyone I had ever met. I’m scared I may never find someone quite like him again, someone who makes me feel alive. He brought me to life and when he left, he left me dead.
its a cruel world. we met at the wrong time; fuck me then forget me. two in the morning, tell me you love me then never call me back. its a cruel world. maybe one day we’ll meet in a coffee shop in a far away city somewhere. i can corner you and we’ll give it another shot. its a cruel world.
Open Your Eyes
I like people who leave their minds open to exploring all possibilities because the only limits in life are the ones you make and live your life now because in the end, we all just become stories. There’s no rest for the wicked, but let your love grow tall because the best things in life aren’t things, they are the experiences, the memories, the stories, and the possibilities. Watch out for the back stabbers because even the most perfect berry can end up being poisonous and never show them ...
i had a dream the other night i woke up next to your still cold body. i started screaming i’m sorry, i’m sorry, i’m sorry, i’m sorry. i never wanted to leave you. my mind returned to that day in the garden, my head in your lap your hand stroking my hair a lingering kiss on my forehead. Inhale. Exhale. a tear racing down my cheek and fear overwhelming my body it will be ok. it will be ok. it will be ok. Inhale. Exhale. you said the best things in life aren’t things at all. when it rains, ...
I wanna get lost in unfamiliarity Escape these walls I know too well. The walls I was willing to die so I could never return. I wanna be the reckless youth that my parents tried so hard to avoid. Sometimes you try to hard and your efforts become fruitless. They become empty shells of unrequited love, and ground untouched, and thoughts unheard. They become wedged between who you were, who you are, and who you want to be. I need to be free. I need to feel the virgin dirt beneath my feet, skies ...
Over and Over
lets dance in the dark and let our love grow tall like the pretty green plants that suffocate me with their love. let’s be reckless. let’s get drunk let’s fall in love, over and over and over again like the pretty green leaves changing to colors of eternal fire in fall and repeating the cycle over and over and over again.
Washing away dirt
Counting the days as they pass, Wasting my life away. When do i get to start living? Dig the shovel into the ground, Let pain wash over the dirt And water drown my arms As it all washes it all away. I need eyes as much as I need food. I need a mouth as much as I need water. I need him as much as I need air.