PerfectPerfect isn't ten out of tenPerfect is me holding you thenGrabbing your hand and kissing your lipsMy hands on your sides, your hands on my hipsSpending eternity gazing into your eyesI'll tell you my secrets, I promise no liesBecause you're amazing, smart, and funnyI really don't deserve you honey
No moreSlit my wrists and hope to dieSit around and wonder whyI love you and you love meBut I want to be set freeBecause of you I can't leaveLoving you is my pet peeveClose your eyes, don't watch me fallCuz I'll want to end it allI don't know if I'm still hereOr if I've succumbed to fearI can live this life no moreI lay silent on the floorI have no more tears to shedClose my eyes, lay down my headSlowly let my smile fadeWonder if I should have stayed
ListenStop whatever you're doingDon't listen to those fake thoughtsStopPut your hand over your heart.....Do you feel thatDo you feel the beatYou're body is pulsatingWith lifeWith loveAnd with lightAnd if you listen close enough...You can actually hear that in those beatsIt's like listening to a clock ticking through timeNow, that's how to REALLY listen to your heartAnd once you hear it's beautyYou'll want to hear moreSo maybe it's time that you listen to someone else's heart tooBecause sometimesHearts beat in sincJust like how my heart beats for youSo dearLet's take a break from this nightmarePut your head on my chestAnd listenAs my heart beats for youAnd let our hearts gradually beat slowerAnd slowerAs we fall asleepInto a better dreamOk dear
BurnCan you hear me?Can you see me?Do you fear me?Could you be me?What do you think?Could it be true?Is it possible,That I could be you?Well, dear,What do you say?You sense that I'm here,And I'm here to stay.The words don't come out right,The pain just stays in,And there's nothing you can do about it,No way you can win.So let me hold you,And watch you burn.From dust you came,To dust you return.
FallI accidentallyRead those words again"Fall Apart"And that's exactlyWhat I didI turned to youHead downEyes wateringAnd asked"Do you thinkThat I mightFall apartAgain?".....And you saidThat youDidn't knowBut you did knowThat youWould do anythingYou couldTo help prevent it"But ultimatelyIt isn'tUp to me"You saidThen I worriedBecause you are my strengthBut thenYou lifted up my chinWith your gentle graspAnd gazed intoMy pool of tearsWith your very ownAnd said"Even if you doEnd up broken againI will still be thereTo pick up the piecesI promise"And thenWith youBy my sideAndIn my heartI knew I wouldn't fall apart againNoInsteadWe'd fall togeter
FarDeep or shallowFull or hollowAfter a while you don't even knowIt all rushed so fast, yet went so slowThe signs are clearly starting to showAnd now you're afraid as to how far you'll go
Hope"Hello,are you there?I can feel your eyes boring into me,I can sense your stare."Really,Is that all you have to say?You have no words of "hope" to tellBefore I fade away?"Please,I've come to heal.Trust me,I know exactly how you feel.""You know nothing!" I harshly whispered."I refuse to take off the mask I have on.The damage has already been done and it's irreversible now,for I am already gone.""What?" You uttered."What do you mean?"Wow, you're clueless. But it is pitch dark,so I guess the blood can't be seen."It's all over now." I whispered,finally a real expression of peace on my face.Now I finally saw that "hope" you spoke of,as I slipped away, smiling and staring off into space.
Blend InWith sharp words and empty smilesYou discovered the will and strength that I was lackingYou took a swing at me and liked the powerSo you just kept on attackingYou pushed me down and hovered over meYou lunged at old scars and kept on hackingYour grin full of satisfaction and eyes full of venomBecause you could see I was breaking and crackingThen I'm not quite sure what happened nextBut I was aware of your feet clicking and clackingThough I knew you were fleeingI was unaware of what sent you packingAs I picked myself up, my vision was blurringI collapsed in a corner, my mind slurring and slackingMy wish to "blend into the scenery" had come trueAs I slipped away and became part of the wall to which I was still backing
TwistI'll draw how I feelIf you really insistIt'll be a small pictureBut you'll get the gistThough it comes with a priceAnd it comes with a twistFor the "pen" is a razorAnd the "parchment" is my wrist
Depression is an OptionDepression is a choice, my dear,And happiness the sameYou choose this illness, don’t you?What a tragic little game.Depression is an option, loveJust get up out of bedTake your tears and worriesAnd just smile now instead.Depression is a choice, you see,And so is suicide.Just sit back, kick your feet up, dearEnjoy this perfect ride.Get over your own standardsOf what everyone should be.Just smile for once, and maybeYou’ll be living perfectly....But...Depression is an illnessThat we feel so deep within.Why would anybody chooseTo write poetry on their skin?Unless there lies a reason, dear,I would not choose to die.If depression was an option...Well...I’d choose to say goodbye.
GayI am gay.I'm not a disease, I'm not a problemI'm not an afflictionI don't need treatment.I don't need helpI'm not sickI'm not confusedI'm not a sin.I am gay.I'm your daughterYour sisterYour friendYour co workerYour classmateYour acquaintanceA complete strangerI am gay.I need love, just like youI need smilesI need supportI need a hugI need a friendI need a familyI need acceptanceI need understandingI need youI am gay.I know what love isI know what pain isI know what hate isI know what life isI am gay.And I need you to love meThe same way you loved me before you knewI am gay.And I have experienced hateFrom more people than just youI am gay.And I wont change.I wont give up.I wont back down.I wont pretend.I wont lie.I wont deny.I wont hide.I wont hurt.I am gay.And that's okay.
HetaliaxDepressed!Reader:Self-Inflicted AchromaticHetalia x Scary! Depressed! Reader: Self-Inflicted AchromaticI want to be a person just like you, don't you see?I want to be a person who is still being "me"A tired sigh escaped your lips. You were just so damn tired. The other countries said that you, (f/n) or (c/n), was scarier than Russia himself. But of course, you have lived 2500 years with wars and bloodshed always trailing after you. You just really want to be happy. But all those wars and blood imprinted on your mind, you really just released off a dark (a/c) aura and a stoic atmosphere.It really would be nice but I'm paying a price'Cause I'd really, not be me and that would not sufficeYou asked yourself, "I know my face doesn't show my pain. But isn't it obvious in my eyes? I'm lonely and hurt" You rubbed your numb (s/c) wrist, yesterday's cuts still had a colorless ache to it. You picked your silver knife, twirling it around watching the others argue. The said knife is the one you also use to cut yourself.A dream which
you're much stronger than you thinkI'll be the first to tell youscissors don't need to be brought to a wristto cut deepbecause cutting off your heart from you head,or yourself from your dreams,is also enoughto make you bleedand there's ink spilled all over these pages,and at times it seems tearsare cheaper than water from a spout:these lines need diluted,these blots are a dark, dark seaand maybe I'm not too good at swimming,even if it's just through a pool of inkbut I've learned if you just keep paddling,you're much stronger than you think.
The Hero With Headphones The hero with headphones. He has walked a long, lonely road. He has lost his dad and that is never easy. He has loved deeply and lost almost all. He has almost ten million fans whoare striving to do good for thosearound them. To be the force for good. The light in the dark to those in need. Each of them look up to the hero in headphones,no matter how much of a goober he is. He wears a Warfstache and carries a tiny box named Tim. He plays video games and records himself screaming in terror as monsters fill the screen. He commits to charity work for those in need. Always humble. Always helping. He is OUR hero in headphones. Who is this hero you may wonder?He is the kind of guy people look up to. He is the leader of a force for good. He is kind, courageous, and loving. He is the hero in headphones..His name will be passed on for generations. His videos will be shared continuous
For My PeopleAs far as I can recall:I did not ask to be birthedInto a cycle of stagnation.I did not ask to be told,That my dreams are achievable;Only to see them limited by the scope of reality.I did not ask for a failing system,Passed unto me by half-dead corpses wearing suits.Nodding eagerly at one another,As they wait for an inevitable death.This I did not ask for,And I am certain that most of you did not either.But it is for that reason,And for that reason alone, I say:That it is up to us,We siblings bound by the chains of our forefathers,To create a system that is better,Than the bitter shackles of the past.Justice is what I long for.Justice for MY people.
An Angel's Promise'Thou art mine,And so thou shall remain.'I will not let you have any other before me, Nor can there be any after.For it is your soul that I have shared And it is your soul that I do take.Your worship is the blood that flows through me.Your praise is the heart that pumps life into my veins.I have accepted that which is torn;And if you are not whole before me,Then by my will and word,You shall be made whole.So fear not this frigid world,Though its cold bites deeply into your flesh.I shall take that which has been torn from youAnd weep life into it,Until only warmth remains.For thou art already mine,And so thou shall remain.
an open letter to my twelve year old selfone day you will cut all your hair off,and hang up a map of the world in yourroom and you will look at it on daysyou think your life is going nowhere.i hate to tell you this, but this isn’tyour worst year. it also isn’t yourbest.one day you will cut all your hair offand realize that some poems need to be readout loud, to an audience, so you’ll take a hammerand some nails and build yourself oneout of a girl whose veins look fragile butwhose bones are strong, a boy who isn’t as tall ashe thinks he is, but whose lifelines are the deepestyou’ve ever seen, and a girl whose eyes remind you of theeast coast shore.one day you will cut all your hair off,and learn that you can like pinkjust as much as you like blueand the world will not fall apartalong its fault lines. there are other flagsyou can wave with pride thataren’t American.one day you will cut all your hair offand figure out how to forgive yourself,figure out how to sta
There is no beauty in love.Love isn't beautiful.Love isn't lilacs and roses and chocolate truffles of every flavor.It isn't for the weak, nor is it for those unable to support themselves.Love isn't finding someone to complete you.Love isn't finding money on the street.Love isn't trendy nor sexy nor fun.It's about as thrilling as a car crash.Love is a virus.It crawls inside you like a parasite, sucks on your soul like a sadistic disease.It warps your desires and twists your thoughts until you depend upon it, need it, thrive on it.Without it, you lose yourself bit by bit to your addiction as if it were nicotine wrapped in white, lit and smoking.Without it, you can no longer breathe.Without it, you stay awake all through the long and lonely nights, hoping and praying that one day you'll be good enough. Love brings lies and tears and depression and sadness.Love brings jealousy.Love brings lust.Lust that'll eat you up as if it were a ravenous, drunken lover.More, it'll say.And more you'll
MaskMaskA maskWear a maskI wear a maskA mask that hides my faceA face that expresses my painA pain that rules my heartA heart that is truly in vain