Sometimes we just hurt… for no reason… and there is nothing that can change it.
Crazy is all I have become
Wishing for things
Wanting to undo things
That can’t be undone
Strength is what I want you to see
The bright happy spots in me
But the image I fear
I reflect to the world
Is a girl wounded
And covered in blood
Bandages soaked, clotted
Dripping with disease
The fabric oozes
Doing nothing to stop the flow
Of defeat I feel rising up in me
I hide under sheets
Of silky happiness
And try to deceive
The people visiting me
I hope desperately
This deception
Will become my reality
Wonderful! Such honesty and pathos. I really enjoyed this.
I feel every word. I know.
♥
This is a beautiful peace.
Piece* (forgive the homophone slip
)
So raw – love your writing
sad imagery.
love it! specially the last lines …… beautiful!
Hide under the silky sheets of happiness long enough and it’s bound to come true. Keep at it.
Hide your wounds that are deep, we know its a secret you keep, We will smile if you can smile back with peace, but listen, happiness is waiting on the beach, yep wants you to dive in the waves of love, don’t worry you will survive and swim back to shore..next time you feel blood ooze like before, wash up and let breeze dry up your hidden pores.
Mata yume de aimashou
I love it when you talk dirty…lol…but really thanks
Its the morning’s that suck,
morning’s which were once so beautiful
oh so many of them
morning is when i am the weakest
morning is when it feels all wrong
morning is when i want to run
Back to how it was before
morning is when the nostalgia is unbearable
morning’s are of infinite possibility
its no longer about right or wrong in the morning
its just about you and me then
I love this!!!!