Trust IssuesWhat if the reason your phone is busy is because you were talking to another girl?What if the reason you are out is because you're picking up someone else?What if the girl you insist is just a friend is something a hell of a lot more?What if the reason you looked at your ex's profile online was because you miss her?What if the conversation we just had was in front of another woman and you both laughed at me?What if the trip I've taken is a way for you to run off with someone else?What if you are so dead inside from the women who have cheated on you, that you just don't think much of it if you do it to me?What if you don't care if I'm in pain and hurting?What if you are hiding something and just not telling me so you can have your cake and eat it too?What if you don't notice if I don't call you for days?What if you just don't care if I'm around or not?What if the reason you play that song is because you are longing for someone else?Or how about I just stop playing Harriet th
Maybe, it's okay to not be okay.i.Their lungs collapse,Their hearts in their throat.Walking along the suffocating crowds,You hear their voices fade.How are they supposed to breathe again?ii.Their laughs come easy.They’ve learned to deal with it.But how do you shut out the voices in your head? It’s not okay. You’re not okay. iii.Their bright unblinking eyes,Masking the sorrows behind their smiles.Even fairy tale characters would be jealous,Of the strength within those tiny shoulders,Who carry the pain,But still keep moving.iv.And Maybe.Maybe, sometimes, it’s okay to be not okay.Maybe It’s okay to break down and cry.Maybe, you don’t have to be strong all the time.And maybe, it’ll be alright.
I Wasn't Supposed To Be Worth It.Was it worth it?Trading the taste of cinnamon on your lipsTo smell like cigarettes and a painful hangover.Was life so cruel to your perfectly skewed smile,That you had to swallow a bottle of brandyEvery night at 9 pmTo hear yourself laugh again?How could I have not noticedThe tremor in your right handEvery time you held a pen?Was I so blind for the love you had for me to seeThat my love was destroying you?'I am yours.' You whispered when you still had Petrichor surrounding you.I inhaled your scent like oxygen,All the while I suffocated you like sulfur.You gave me your heart on a plate,And I was the last pill that took your life away from you too.Mother always told me I broke the things I hadBecause that is how I was;Selfish and undeserving.I didn't deserve you.You, You weren't supposed to be mine.
I...I can't take it anymoreI just want to screamI'm done with the worldI'm done with all of it's meansI broke under pressureI wish I could rewindI wish I was back to a time that was mineI can't wish for a better life, it won't come trueI can only say I'm done with youI'm sick of hearing my tearsI'm tired of my sobsI'm exhausted to think of what I could never haveI could never have what I call a good lifeI can't do it any longer
Simply ActActions may speak louder than words,But all that is needed is a single whisper of emotion from the mouth of one that invoke such actions.Say what you believe, act how you say, and live or die how you act,For language of the heart is never lost in tranlation.
BrevityMy mind is buta house of cards,its contents wildly flung;and if madness isa monster's mouth,I'm caught upon its tongue.
Thousand-Mile LoverEverything feels likeI'm wading through water.Falling into blue,my heart is calling.It sounds like you.Kissing in summer downpours,as if the weather mattered.I feel you on my skin,although you've never touched it.You're indescribable,somewhere past comprehension.Promise me you'll be aroundto pull me close before the years get shorter.And the distance is a bitter pill,but your voice cancels it out.
And If There Is a GodIf He is there,The self-elected Savior with his fistful of broken puppet stringsHis beautiful, ancient hateAnd all-too-modern smile-If He is there,Curled, recovering, in the dark belly of the world,Waiting and planning and growing in dead water and stewed ignorance-If He is there,Spewing self-righteous hatred from the mouths of childrenAnd drain gatesAnd smiling politicians-If He is there,Then my pity is not for Him,But for His.