puffy eyes stained red,
lips whimpering from words unsaid,
cheeks marked with trails of salty streams,
heart breaking at the seams.
hands clenched in fists,
eyes staring at the "list"-
of reasons why to not give in,
to the pain encasing me within.
when will i ever be enough?
when will i ever feel the need to not give up?
can i finally find peace?
can i finally find something to comfort me?
throat burns,
stomach churns,
lost in a battle,
life's a hassle.
pull me out,
let me shout,
about my sorrow,
i'll still feel it tomorrow.
going in blind,
could this be a sign?
of regret,
it's all set.
i'm like a bomb about to go off,
but i feel i'm "too soft",
scared to go on,
in fear of something to go wrong.
i should've done better,
but it keeps getting redder,
all the doubt drowning me under,
i'm the lighting in the thunder.
i've tried so hard,
to go the extra yard,
but i'm barely making it by,
every time i just sigh.
you leave,
they leave,
apparently i'm too much,
but even with you gone i still can't touch.
down on my knees,
trying to get you to see,
i need you to stay,
so i can attempt to be okay.
but even with you here,
my brokenness is always near,
i don't think i can be fixed,
when depression and hate is thrown in the mix.
even throughout it all,
i still manage to fall,
you can't fix me i fear because i'm broken,
and that's probably because my heart never opens.
help me take the step,
to finish what's left,
because my system is failing,
and my body feels dead.
my mind is numb,
mouth is dumb,
and my body is unwilling to react to the pain,
instead i'll just reenact the game.
i played it for awhile,
got a different style,
long sleeves and jeans,
still the words were mean.
what more can i be,
because can't you see?
that i am broken,
and used like a token.
heart's shattered,
tissue's tattered,
broken beyond repair,
hate is in the air.
as much as i wish to be fixed,
you can't fix something when depression's in the mix.
you can't fix something when depression's in the mix 10/4/20 00:31
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Midnight Thoughts
PoesíaJust an average girl trying to fit into a world using only words to describe her soul to others. ••These are random poems that I have thought of before and after the clock strikes midnight. They might not be the best, but you can always check them o...
