BrokenCan't fixwhat's never been whole.
Mental SuicideI just might kill myself again.
...And Her Name Was 'Ana' It was in my distant and depressing middle school days, that I’d become well-acquainted with a girl named Ana. I can remember, quite vividly in fact, when we first met during the first trimester of the sixth grade. Those were the days; those elementary school days. Though my peers and I were younger and much more naïve back then, I cannot help but feel so conclusive that, despite of our lack of worldly knowledge, we were still so inexcusably cruel. The experience was unlike those of later years to come. Indeed: it was much more scarring. Perhaps, that simple expression “words hurt,” is what led me to Ana. She was the ideal kind of girl; little Miss California, Ana was. Her lengthy, slim figure could sell any sort of attire that adorned it, and her translucent, glowing, pale skin sparkled in the light of the sun just as flecks of quartz would in a sidewalk. But it was her hair, and her eyes - oh her eyes!- that everyo
SolitudeFrom dusk to dawn,my soul...it lingerscold andalonein this desolate placethat we callreality.Though inhabitedby many,these arebleak andforsaken grounds.I feel thatI'm trappedwith no way out,no escape,no blissawaiting me...Without a future,without a purpose,my yearning soul...it roamsthis earth;this grave...As the darknesscontinues toconsume me...As the numbnessfeeds onthe remnantsof my sanitya littleeach day.
Shared Misfortune...I know how it feels to be lost.I know how it feels to have nowhere to goAnd there’s no one to trustI know how it feels when you’ve been hurtAnd the rage- the agony- becomes intolerable; uncontrollable The emotions run deep like toxin in your veinsYou just can’t force your hate upon othersYou despise yourself enough to self-inflictThe bleaknessYour crippled anger.The hatred inside.This misery of yours:You’re tired of it.This everlasting pain:You wonder when it will end...I know how it feels liketo believe in hopelessness...And to just not believe at all.And I know how it feelsWhen your best friends stray.When the ones you love, turn their backs on you;Go the other way.And everyone you turn toCriticizes what you can’t change.When the oppressor looms overhead to oppress.Even your reflection judges you;You dread to look in the mirror.I know how it feels likeTo not know where you belong.You don’t know where’s you
Childhood Thoughts...Always a houseNever a home...
Help.Help me...Save me from myself.
Cardiac ArrestBreak these chains Around my heart.
Point of ViewMy world has crumbledto black and whiteDulled to a rainbowof graysHardly a wispof color in sight...Only darkness remains.
LostSick. Lost. I finally found peace.
Please, understand.Ever since you told me how you feltThe pain and misery that you’ve heldEverything that you’re going throughI’ve done nothing else but to helpBut every time I listen to youI can’t help but to feel the sameMy morals detain me for leaving youBut I wouldn’t be the only one to blame
Showing YourselfShowing yourself doesn't make you weak.I'll give you exactly what you seek.This vulnerability is a part of you.There isn't anything you can do.I'm only here to give you help.Don't have to do it by yourself.It doesn't matter what you say.I promise that I'm here to stay.When you find it's hard to breathe,Let me be there to relieve.Want you to know I don't think less.Only you think that you're a mess.Please, I just want to be here.I really do love you, dear.
Meant To BeTake back some of your love.I'm not an angel for above.Of all the flaws that you see,Not a single one you find in me.You're in a circle of self hate.Can't you see that I inflate?What I'd do to make you smile;I'll try it once in a while.Kiss and hug is all you could ask.So I make up a destructive task.Cut you open, make you bleed.I'm the poison on which you feed.Somehow I'm amazing to you.Does it even matter what I do?Self esteem is way too low,But punishment is all I know.Trying to curb my sadistic waysOr you won't survive many days.Why can't love just be easy?Are we really meant to be?
Dreams And DiseaseEmbraced infant-like night time napsAs was brought forth fantastic fantasyIt was heavenly happinessDreaming of my love like my love was hereDeception roused me, if only I'd knownWaking up wouldn't have been an optionDisorientation and fatigue are symptomaticThe perfect pill that heals can currently killWaiting for the poisonWorse before better, near death before lifeSlow decay in the brain, forgotten feelingsSlight sight sends my sleeping mind deeperWelcome delicious darkness it's been too longEnter me and induce the inability to feelExhaustion defeats emotionI fear mornings wake as descending drift I takeMy dear dream disappears, he is nowhere nearMarried to misery, maybe this was meant to be
Gunshots from Tulips [Inhale. Exhale.]Only fools think of how the air was born.I scatter the sand to the lips of the ocean.The seashells and the corals could use the extraseeing as how I use mine on duplicate facsimiles,sitting on cloud clichés
shyNo one ever wondersAbout the shy kid in classThe one the sits aloneIn the corner all aloneShy and aloneScared of my own skinWhere does one turnWhen you can’t speak outSome people stareOthers ignoreBut no one wondersWhat the story isWhy do they seem brokenAll I ever hear is…What is their dealNo one reaches outTrys to get to know youThey just sit and stareOr try to ignoreI’m shy and aloneScared of my own skinBut where do I turnWhen I can’t speak outTrying to hide my facePraying not to get called onDon’t want attentionJust wanting to leaveTo go home and hideBecause what do I doWhen I’m shy and aloneScared of my own skinWhere do I turnWhen I can’t speak outAll shy and alone
Who and WhyWho are you? I am me.Why are you? Because I can.
Caught Red-handedYour blood washed away my sins.
for the people with depression.one day, the pressure becomes hard to take.I don't know what to do, only know that it achesThe past is just haunting, and it keeps going onDon't know anything anymore, only that something is wrong.It was the loss of a love, the death of a friendHalf of my heart that I wish didn't endI knew he was gone, but I couldn't believeSo I hid the pain in cuts under my sleevesNo reason to smile, no reason to liveI cut because blood's the only thing I can giveBut now I know that I'm not alone, there's someone who caresOne person's gone but everyone else is still thereI know that it's painful, I know how you feel.I have depression, PTSD, I know that it's realBut one day I got up and hung into lifeAnd day by day, I avoided my knifeI wrote free verse poetry, shed all my tearsDrew all the good things I ever had in my yearsLittle by little, I healed very slowlyIt's not over yet, but I'm not as lonelyWhat I'm trying to tell you is to believe and to hopeYou don't have to die hanging
I Wish You Could TellI love you so muchMore than anyone beforeI wish you could tell
ConfessionI never really expected us to lastNever truly thought we'd make itCause when I surrendered my heart to youI was fully convinced you'd break it
LoveLove isn't romantic walks on the beachLove is learning to accept and not preachLove isn't falling asleep in his armsLove is reassuring all qualmsLove isn't watching the sunset at duskLove is knowing she smells of muskLove isn't buying her flowers each dayLove is saying the things hard to sayLove isn't writing a cheesy love songLove is accepting that sometimes you're wrongLove isn't easy and sometimes you're scarredLove is a battle and it can be hardLove isn't always the things you'd expectLove is trying not to be circumspectLove can be found for all walks of lifeLove is not just for husband and wifeLove can be seen between friend and friendLove is a treasure that lasts to the endLove is as difficult as you make it beLove is for you and love is for me
Dear PersonDear Person,Whenever you're sad,Don't be alone.Dear Person,Don't call yourselfA burdenWhen you're sad.Dear Person,Don't wish thatYou didn't have friends.Dear PersonDon't bottle upYour emotions.Dear Person,Don't cry alone.Dear Person,Don't outcast yourself.Dear Person,The little things do matter.Dear Person,We're all flaws.Dear Person,Don't hurt yourself.Don't Person,We're all mistakes.Dear Person,Don't judge yourself.Dear Person,It's okay to hate yourselfTo get better.Dear Person,I love you.Dear Me.Please read thisWhen you're sad.
If I Die Before I WakeIf I die before I wakePromise me that you wont breakTell me that you wont pick upAny whiskey in your cupPromise me you will be strongand remember the differenceBetween right and wrongLeave the blade in the drawerand dont use it anymoreLeave your tears in your eyesand save them for another timeIf I die before I wakePromise me that you wont break.
All the Broken FacesLook around and notice,tell me what you see.All the broken faces,all surround me.They stare at me with kindness,but misery in their heart.Life has left them weary,it has torn them apart.They were cheated on and broken,victims of some crime.Hurt and abandonedLost in the time.Look around and notice, tell me what you see.All the broken faces, all surround me.
#001 Lonely TogetherMe and IThe lonely couple
How I SpeakPoetry is how I speak.My communication is weak.Sorry if I don't talk back.Social skills I do lack.No understanding of what to say.Dealing with it everyday.So when I just say nothing,It doesn't mean anything.What to say I'm not sure.My short responses do bore.Only understood when I write.A difference of day and night.Take this as my apology.It's not you. It really is me.
NumbI'm so numbthat ithurts.