Left.I have neither hearth nor home.Time nor gold.This world has taken much from me.But what I do have.Is you.
The moment.Some might say.That in that moment we were infinite.But I do not believe so.In that moment, there was only me.And there was only you.And thats all I needed.
UntitledI fear the hands that ink these words shall end my life.But will all my heart I hope to continue to see you.So with these words I shall try and redeem.These hands of their predetermined deed.
tattooedYour smile is a work of art.Got your name tattooed across my heart.
LoveFluttering, floating softly in the air.Taken to and fro by the breeze.Locations seen that could no be believed.Till the wind grabs and shreds.
Six word poemFor you, my everything. I would.
Scraps CombinedThe monsters in my head are throwing a party.And I'm not invited.They've got me trapped. in my skinAnd I'm not sure if I'll ever be me again.I'll pound on the walls of this cage.I'll not stop till you know my despair.I'll make these words till my heart breaks.I'll shape these thoughts till I feel safe That you know how much I care.The space between us is cavernous.But I wouldn't have anything less.Yes I have this cellular phone.But I've never felt so alone.You're nothing but an instant away.But I know your so far from me.
TrappedNow it may seem that sadness is all I am.But I can promise it is only the penultimate.There is only love in my mind if you went to open it.It is not all I am, but agony as always is enough to condemn,A person, a being trapped by their own fragile little mind.To be crushed and pushed down by the world around you.And you grew up thinking "That they wouldn't do this. It can't be true"Through my pain I will still do I can to be kind.
Because I never lost the memories.You can be addicted to a certain kind of sadness.My longing for you has gone on so long.To imagine me without it would be madness.I always imagined you were to far gone.Now do I reply? What do you say?When happiness is a step away.Behind a door.But behind that door.Could be despair just as easily.How do I step forward,When It could snap the only string,that's keeping me together.
Shy like a FlowerIf I don’t say hello to youdon’t go awaybecause sometimes for me it’s not easy,… it’s hard to say …I’m like a shy flower that bloomsin early Maywhich goes through struggles just to openevery day,so if you see me turning redthink of todayand just remember what I’m saying …… just please stay …
[Homestuck x Suicidal!Reader] Prolouge Sadstuck [A/N: So I poured a lot of myself into this guys... enjoy. Butt hurt people may kindly fuck off and stop reading this whenever they wish.] Every day. Every single fucking day. You wake up, knowing the same thing, feeling the same, knowing there is no point to this meaningless joke called life. People around you have lost all meaning. When you were younger, you cried over everything. Over falling, over decisions, over being whispered over. You thought life had a purpose instead of just waiting for death. People grew to hate you and you grew silent. When you were younger, everyone was talking about how life was okay and how things would get better and you believed them you stupid prick. They talk about how sad you can get over your friends ignoring you or being bullied or beaten. Now you see people as pathetic creat
Momma Said 'Stop Being Gay'Momma said "stop being gay,"As night, to morning, faded;Its beauty was not made to stay,But hoary grew, and jaded.I watched as day, with fractured light,My every fear, rekindled,And passion fell away to plight,And hope but further dwindled.Momma said "stop being gay,"With hatred, and distress:My tender love where sin held sway..."Impure, and meaningless."Within my heart and soul, I lived,For all else had bereft me,And nothing more could be perceivedThan how her words had left me.Momma said "stop being gay."For years, I never fought her,But silently, and hopeless, lay,The Lord's forgotten daughter.I've sacrificed a waking dream:My truest love, to meritA heaven, and, in death, to seemNot evil, but imperfect.-Sophie J
Love is not made, gained.LoveLove is not made, gained.Love is not even earned or won.Love just simply is.