Standing here on our earth
feeling so deserted yet acting as I’m whole. I act as if I have myself together but in reality, I know that I'm just a broken mess. I try so hard to be happy, yet I keep getting push down by the same person, And I still don't understand why… Sometimes, I wish I can make them feel the pain they cause. Just for a few seconds I think that. In my heart I know that's not what I actually want. If I could ask for anything, It’ll be to have them back. It’ll be to hold them once more and tell them how much they mean to me, Now I just stand on this lonely world. Thinking what we could have been. Wishing it was all a terrible nightmare. In reality though, You left me with no reason why.
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Sitting on the tree watching leaves fall
Replaying memories as if I'm strapped down in the cinema. Nothing to drown them out No escape from this tree I'm in. All I want is to get back on the ground again. I'm too far up in this tree. Another leaf falls and I'm still here– Stuck in the tree with no way down. I’ve tried calling for help, but no one has been able to reach me. Maybe in time I'll find my way, but for now I sit alone in this quiet tree. Though it's been years since I’ve been stuck in this tree, I’ve learned there are times where the tree shrinks. Closer and closer to the ground I get, Almost there till I'm free from this trap. I look in the mirror with a big frown
To see that person, I despise looking at everyday. Wishing I looked different I think of all the people who told me to accept myself, “you’re beautiful.” I think they are all lying They think I won’t believe them, but I’m really trying I look back at myself with tears in my eyes Trying to understand why that's the person in the mirror I am the contorted looking figure The person who is menacing I finally open my eyes and wonder Why I haven’t I attempted to make a change inside myself I run to my mirror and see a person whom I loved and wanted to be My smile percolated the mirror, and the mirror shined like the bright sun I have finally seen the beauty, and I finally accept that I am free. Oh, how the sky screams with wake.
Trembling as soft clouds cry, The noise claps me awake– Almost like in a trance. Drowsily, I trek to the island. Starting the morning cup with a loud sigh– As sleep continues to cloud my mind. I stroll past the bed, shoes, and chest Grab my favorite book at best. I climb outside on a broken old bench– Thoughts of butterflies take a place from the words. As my conscience takes over, I escape from reality. Oh, how the sky screams with wake. Rough, cruel, voice that rings in my ears.
Blaming me for all those out of reach. Higher and higher that tiny voice goes, It spikes my eyes with a prick. Oceans seem to dwell in such a petite place. More and more raindrops fall from those dainty clouds. Once delightful and full of color. Life hasn’t been so kind to the waterworks of the clouds. Funerals overflowed with mourning. Like the morning fog, sometimes we fall. We seem to make the world around us dark. My eyes can be pricked with such a spike. Big or small. Damage is the same. Life hasn’t been so kind to the waterworks of the clouds. |
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