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no amount of poems could summarize the sadness I feel inside of me.
don't expect happy thoughts
no amount of poems could summarize the sadness I feel inside of me.
He's the sunlight in my eyes He's a bittersweet goodbye And I just can't you why I let him break my heart again.
is it normal to feel like this. to feel so alone, like no one cares. is it normal to feel like this. to feel like no one in the world would care if you died.
I am as useless as the little bones in your ear. you are what keeps my heart beating. I am as empty as the as the bottle on my shelf. you are the only thing that keeps me breathing.
and I cried because. it was the best thing I ever had. and I lost it. gone. gone. gone. but you crawl out of bed. you get dressed. you go to school or work or both. you smile and talk. and eventually.
isn't it strange how with a combination of twenty-six letters you can steal someone's heart and captivate their soul.
thinking about you hurts my head. but sometimes I force myself to anyway. because if I'm not thinking about you. I'm thinking about me. and that hurts a lot too. but at least when I think about you.
You cross my mind A lot.
I guess along the way I lost interest in things that I loved. all I can think about is this emptiness. it's kind of stupid to say that one boy caused all this damage inside of me but it's the truth.
I have lost myself again.
just want to throw myself infront of the next car that passes by me. I can't take this shit anymore.
There are 24 ribs that supposedly protect your heart from damage but I swear you know the precise location of each 4 cm gap, know how to nick the arteries and slip into my circulation, virtually...
I'm still in love with your smile;. the way it explodes on your face. Creating fissures of dimples. It was a chain reaction. Because I always smiled too. I'm still in love with your voice.
I'm so tired and unmotivated and life is so boring and pointless and i don't want to do anything with myself anymore.
I think there's a part of me that will always love him. I don't know how he became this important to me nor do I know why.
sometimes my heart hurts so much it feels like it's going to explode. and on days like these,. I wish the sadness would stop consuming me. and that while my heart is exploding,. I would too.
I feel like I'm not anyone's first choice. Neither their favourite. Even if people tell me I'm important to them or I mean a lot to them, I know there's always someone they prefer.