I’ve been running my entire existence. I want to sit and breath in the sun now. I don’t care if my scars are revealed from the light, I’m tired of being covered in bandaids.
Tag: poets
Am I trying to find myself or erase myself. My eyes are sailing wondering what everyone thinks of me, it’s vines wrapping around my comfort. What is there thoughts, their opinions, their type, their dislikes and likes towards me. Am I good enough, am I invisible, how do I appear to them, how do I […]
On that path to finding that dream which matches to the puzzle of my heart
So many things I wanted to be and do. You can’t find the magic while avoiding your dreams and heartbeat. Sitting in between a storm and the sunset, comfort can feel safe but leave you lonely with regrets the depth of an ocean. The stars feel too far away, but I’m tired of the reruns […]
Apology Letter to Myself
I’m sorry for giving up on you and treating your soul like broken glass and your body like a dirty river. The drinking, binge eating, and hating myself were abusive, and hiding in a hole by myself to avoid myself, and my pain. It makes me sad that I listened to their voiced, the hate, […]
Hold on
Can’t you see I’m barely hanging on. I’m tired of pretending I’m happy, that I’m not in pain, and twinkling this fake persona. Can you hold onto me? Here I go again foolishly turning my back on you and placing the distance back. But I don’t think I have the strength anymore to keep pushing […]
I’ve been suppressing myself to stitch and pick everyone else up. Why do I have to drop everything, rebuild everything, be the answer, keep peeling another layer off of me. I’m withered, burnt out, and lost. But no one asks if I’m okay, just throws more of their complaints, struggles and pain at me with […]
Ruin is a gift, we all have cracks that we try to cover up. A smooth road would lead to no hidden gems, just comfort. The other cracks we meet could put our puzzle together, so let’s be easy on each other. The tea tasted by mistake could spark an idea, the dead end could […]
A Place Like This
In a bubble my distance is only so many feet. The trees, roads and sky always look busy. My anxiety is scared of the wind, the clouds are over my purpose. Can I skip to a new frame, somewhere far away where things don’t remain the same. I wanna go where the sky is pink, […]
Maybe I was selfish and accepted to be needed but they ran away when I thought throwing my dreams in the trash was enough for them. All I wanted was someone by my side.