As I lay here I am blank
I have no real purpose and a thousand worries
Without much faith I try to cry
I'm tired of feeling
I'm tired of everything
I'm just trying to cry
Thoughts easily overlap each other
No real purpose in life
I try to cry
But I have run dry
Dear sirs,
I have taken the veil,
and am looking for grief.
tears
tears
I went to sleep
thinking I would see
your beautiful smile
that makes my heart go 100 miles
the next morning
everything was fine
I was on time
got my things
thinking I would see you.
A teacher with a glum face
"strange day" I say
going on my way
I take my seat
a little up beat
when I see
a tear or three
I'm crying right now. Why?
Maybe it's because I have feelings,
Like everyone of you, I'm human.
But some people seem to forget that sometimes
Everyone just keeps on using me and throwing me away once they're done.
Have you ever felt that way too?
Maybe I'm the only weird one here, Maybe.
But really..
I'm Ok
Broken girls,
Housed in a broken body
their pieces scattered, some buried, some floating in the middle of the ocean,
None of them are whole.
But you'll never see a single frown,
Long sleeved shirts cover up the scars,
bracelets hide the bandaids,
fear, a tightly knotted restraint on their lips, as good as any mouth guard,
Smiles on the outside,
bright, tinkling laughs,
hide the pain on the inside...
When school is over, and the last question answered with the last lie,
she walks to her favourite place;
Always secluded,
she sits on the grass, watches the leaves fall, and lets the tears drop too.
There is no specific reason for her tears, but that black hole in her body that she felt grow today
It is late evening.
a girl sits alone, unwatched,
the first time in months she is truly secluded.
even the leaves around her stay still, afraid to trigger..
she sits on the coldest patch of grass there is,
talks out the headphones blasting music she doesnt understand,
and brings her legs toward her chest, a feeble attempt to stop what is sure to come.
she starts rocking back and forth slowly...
If you saw her back,
you'd think nothing of the figure, maybe she is meditating?
None one sees the silent face she has made, curved into a scream that will never come, her full lips parted fully in horror,
not even being able to make a noise, unable to let it go,
Crying is a weakness.
Every tear which slides down my face is a traitor.
I feel numb-no i feel angry,
Everyday, every single damned day is a struggle.
A struggle to keep up the act.
Each smile holds a thousand secrets.
My smile holds memories.
Harsh words,
Fearful actions,
Broken hearts.
The only thing left of the betrayers is a runny nose-
That, however, is on the outside.
Inside a battle rages on...
And chaos has the upper hand.
of an embrace which never
belonged, of kisses left
suspended in air, untouched,
the ghost of your fingertips
seemingly brushing against my
cheek, only to realise that all
that was left were my tears and i?
how do you miss the warmth,
of friends who never stayed,
drifting away and vanishing
just as mist, figures barely
holding its form before falling
apart and breaking down,
and when the sun shines once more
all you find is the traces of a love
no longer there, vaporised, lost?
Ain't no getting over it is there?
Painted blue when you'd rather be neutral.
Never asked for emotions,
But who ever asked you what you wanted?
No one...
Dull eyes, unable to cry.
Numbed hands, unable to hurt.
Crippled heart, unable to leap at the minimal mention of happiness.
Who did this to you?
Who made you hallow?
Is it really the one you think of?
Was told that you were loved,
So remind me what love is.
Dichotomy, contradicting,
Set fire to my carefree decisions.
Without hesitation, break me down.
He clutched my heart and gushed out through my eyes
everyone is here
even her stupid husband
they're all crying
I'm pretty sure it's fake
cause
I've never
Seen any of them
before
they have the balls
to glare at me like that
'Cause I'm just the
guy she cheated on with
but she loved me
she loved me
i set the flowers down
on the gravestone
Does rain come knocking at your door
And you open up to it
Welcome it like a long awaited guest
And let it enter,
Not only in your home but also in your soul
You talk to it, as if it were your long lost friend
You pack up your deepest darkest secrets
And hand over the briefcase for the rain to take away
Do you secretly pour some pent up tears into that baggage too?
Or do you save them for when the rain leaves your home
And then let those tears soak you
Do you find solace in letting go when the rain comes
Everything that you've been holding on to?
Do you feel like a newborn when the sky is clear
Knowing there'll be no more rain
For a long long time now....