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The best way that I can explain life is that it is like a thread,
And the length of your string all depends on what you went through and the words that were said.
Someone told me once that we only see stars when they’re dying
As if death was the most memorable thing about them
And it makes me wonder.
You know depression is an empty space
A universe of no life
Here it comes again
drowning me
swallowing me whole
Here it comes again
that wretched beast
pulling me in
with its sharp claws
and horrible breath
Here it comes again
Empty
This is the best way I can describe how I feel right now
How I feel knowing that it’s over
That our adventures are over
That the plans we made will never come to fruition
I don’t feel passionate anymore
As if it’s all been sucked out of me
And I’m dry
As if the water that used to flow
Evaporated
I’ve been known to give more of myself than I can recover.
I will sacrifice every ounce of me, until I am sick,and even then, I will continue to give.
A new emotion formed out of my mind. A feeling that doesn’t aim to stay in my heart and decay into my thoughts. I used to feel everything all at the same time.They weigh heavy in my mind.Each feeling all were mostly active at the same time I knew
I was intoxicating wasn't I?
I had such a combustible presence in your midst you couldn't handle any missteps
When I gave you a subtle kiss when I told you I could've loved you
The only person who can ever take away your humanity is you. So don’t let them.
You are more than what you tell yourself you are.
The world never stops moving, but you’re allowed to every once and a while.
Stars that waver in the night
Its cold exterior rippled by the comets shed
The aurora night sky blooms in unknown emotions
The cosmos is all she weeps for
This brain is far from empty,
For my demons lodge here too.
This body's getting heavy.
This soul's ready for the tomb.
My body is a shell.
a husk of what once was,
My mind makes lodge in hell,
I have tried in a desperate manner
to be all you want me to.
capable of love.
capable of fun.
but I am not.
you may dream of fun times on beaches
and bright sunny places,
adventures to cities,
I feel numb inside
Detached from myself and everything around me
No amount of love or comfort
Could thaw this heart of mine.
I feel like a ghost
How do you feel?
What if you were never told how you’re supposed to?
What if no one told you to feel sad or feel glad or get mad, is that bad?
Would we feel at all?
I knew you never thought .
Presumed that you could feel.
Never assuming the worst of you.
It was a baffling tale to reveal.
Yes I am broken, but I am not defeated. I am like a salmon breaking through the surface of the water in order to fight the current. I am a glow stick breaking in the hands of a child on a summer evening, spreading my light.
I'm afraid to feel nothing
I am happy to feel tired
If that is the one thing I am
Then I am tired
Say it as my first name
As my title
I embrace the fatigue
I do not want to be empty
Empty
It is like walking up the stairs to your bedroom in the dark, and thinking there is one more stair than there is. Your foot falls down, through the air, and there is a sickly moment of dark surprise.
Part to whole
Less of a whole
Just filled with holes
Filled with parts that don’t fit.
What part am I
If I’m not even whole?
I fill my life,
with worthless stuff,
knowing full well,
it's never enough.
others seem happy,
so why can't I?
I fill my lungs,
with another lie.
swallow the grief,
All smiles
All happiness
But I don’t know why
Are they making me happy?
I tell myself yes
I think I’m trying to reassure myself
Her face is broken with tears,
Her heart is shattered with grief.
Holding no sympathy, his face was blank.
His heart is cold and dark.
Love destroyed them,
Heart of stone has I
None may ever
Pull the strings
Of quartz
That is beating
In my chest of lead
At the sight of
I’m jealous of the clouds,
that are full of rain,
how they must feel when they pour down,
everyone knows that they are sullen,
my empytyness is hidden by a smile.
No one wants to be friends with the depressed kid
Or the one with crippling anxiety
That poor child who was traumatized, but
Everyone steps away when she needs help
When the evil
Dark
starvation
is such a funny thing
empty out the stomach
allow both ears to ring
a death wish
is so useful
Skipping meals, once again
how does this happen,
how is this a trend?
it isn't trendy
to starve oneself
yet here I am
Can you remember who you were before the world broke you down?Before you became nothing more than an unfamiliar face in the crowd.Slowly you have allowed your inner demons to control you,To own you,
There I sat in the darkness.
Nothing but the hum of a speaker and
The sound of my stomach choking on its own emptiness
It’s poetic
In a self loathing type of way
I feel my room holds a sadness
I stare at blank pages and earbuds with grinsI open rum bottles like I do ink pens;Eager & callow & begging for answers to crawl from their depths,
Dear Sam,
Sometimes I'm not sure if I miss you or the way you made me feel.
Sometimes I'm not sure if I can live another second without feeling the way you made me feel.
Sometimes I'm not sure how you really made me feel.
Dear
empty white space on my paper
I wish I could fill your every crevice
with words that meant something to us
To whomever -
I wonder, sometimes
If others feel it too
When there are people who 'care',
But not the right 'who'.
That one can feel empty,
I lay awake.
With nothing in mind.
I feel so empty.
No feeling.
No thinking.
Watching the time.
Blinking.
Breathing.
Heart beating.
As hours fly by.
I feel empty.
No thinking.
For all these years,
Thin like organdy,
I’ve wandered under
Some sickly guise
Some sickly guise
That I hailed as an apex of truth
Because I Love You, my heart skips a beat
When we were together, I felt complete.
This strange new feeling that took over me,
It made me blossom like a cherry tree
Now that you’re gone, its left me lost.
It's 1:36 am
And my mind is fixed
On the memory
Of how your body
Latched itself onto mine
And how your words
Made their sweet way
Into the thoughts
That were once plagued
Each and every snowflake is different from the others.
There is something calming about standing outside and watching the snowfall.
I learned the secret to success
Is to push on when you can't.
But my brains are battered
My soul is wet.
My hands are tired,
Please don't forget,
That I tried harder then ever
To no good effect.
Cut me open
tear me apart,
This life wasn't chosen,
so rip out my heart.
Replace it with stones
so that I may turn cold.
Only then will I not care and still know
There is an empty reality for men in this world.
Taking all they had.
The pastors, politicians, and bosses.
They remove a man's heart.
And they don't fill the spot with anything.
They just leave it.
Empty.
I suppose the only truth i have found,
Is that nobody is in control of anything.
But a lot of people are good at pretending.
We choke the life out of our children.
We say things like, "you need an education"
In the quiet hours before death.
all men must come to terms with their lives.
all the parts, and all the seasons.
they must observe it, regret it, and be proud of it.
depending on who you are,
my eyes won't get any less redand my heart won't get any less deadif you were to buy me everything in the world,or lay me down in bed
My body is no longer tied down to this rugged earth
by limbs too weighed down by darkness.
I'm floating. unfeeling, nothing but air.
The usual chaos has stopped its storm
I stood in the spot where we'd make out in my kitchen; where my parents couldn't seeI felt the loneliness in the lack of your presence and couldn't help but think How did we get to this? I thought what we had was love I thought you wanted
Sometimes I want to feel
Things a great deal.
Other times I want to be
Completely empty and free.
I'm still baffled as to how I've made it this far. I'm alive. I'm breathing. I have everyone fooled.
These people think they know me. They think I'm all fun and games. The laughter is a lie.
Empty is more than just my heartIt is the blank pages meant for artThat in your absence I've torn apartTo erase the ending before the start
I see an empty body
I see empty eyes
I feel the cold skin
I hear desperate lies
He sits too still
His car in park
His telephone buzzes
Flashes light, then dark
Our lungs full of oxygenOur heads full of thoughtsOur bodies full of energyYet I feel so emptyConversation seems pointlessThinking proves difficultSleep never happensWe are full of many things
It's never is your intention
But it happened nevertheless.
Now your joyous arrival
Leaves me in distress.
I am angry with reason
I am sad with distress
I am disappointed with hope
I am so over things being aesthetically pleasing.
I am so over someone choosing one thing over another because they think it is more beautiful.
We are all culprits.
But since when is symmetry all that we care about?
This place is hollow
Musty lamps ignite the room
The only thing to fill up space
Is noise of eating
chewing on bread
I don't know what to do anymore
I don't know who to talk to anymore
I don't know how to love anymore
I don't know how to live anymore....because you're gone.
I am solid, but my lips...
They are writhing, flowing, alive.
I am to create,
To breathe life into the death
Pervading my world.
But I am still.
Mouths create words, create phrases,
“Nothing”
written for those who think that there is nothing to love.
Nothing never disappoints
because there was never anything to compare it to.
i guess this is what happens
when people get too close
they see i am too much
i am nothing but suffering
i consume
the love i try to give gets engulfed back into me
with the brutal force of rejection
I've shed so many tears,
I have no more,
And all that is left is a shell.
A shell of a girl that I used to know,
The girl that I still show.
But no one knows what happens,
the day everyone leaves my side is the day I die inside
with no one left could I survive on my own?
The pale cloak
The gentle rain
the empty home
So full of pain
was once a castle
but it didn't last long
the foundation was rattled
so it no longer stands strong
How do you think that way?
Not owning a thought in your head
Like a parrot, repeat what other’s said
Believing in lies
Worried if you don’t, the spotlight dies
Something lives deep inside me
Something that hungers
Something that burns
Something dark and hot
It smolders
A rumbling deep inside
When I grow cold and empty
That’s when I feed it
Here there lies
An empty head
Where hopes and dreams
Once were instead.
The blankest stare
From vacant eyes
Should by this point
Be no surprise.
The screams and prayers
Who am I, what am I?
Why do I feel so empty?
The tears, they sting my eyes.
Why do I feel so alone?
Why does this happen to me?
All at once
Torn apart-
I’m in so much pain.
I ebb and flow
Melting into a pool of my own sorrow
I want to wallow away from these people.
"What if I can't love?"
the boy whispered to the old man,
"What if mom and dad are right?
and I can't feel anything within?"
"I know what you mean,"
the old man sighed.
Those who dream...
Do you dream of relief?
Do you dream of happiness?
Do you dream of another world?
Do you dream of acceptance?
Do you dream of release?
Those who dream...
Those who dream...
The standard brand
Walking through hand in hand
Clad empty stares
Hair tucked behind ears
Self and Clone
You are never yourself
No one can help you
Yourself and your clone
All alone?
My heart is empty
The lies they tempt me
Make me believe
It’s just what I need
So I tell myself maybe it’ll work
Write when you are empty.
Spend your days
burying your thoughts in print,
allowing the words to take you deeper
than your feet could ever wander.
Write of the rains of November,
of bruised sunsets,
You are toxic
You are poison to the people around you
You are manipulative and twisted and sinister
You do not feel
You love with your mind, not your heart
You are cold and calculating,
I remember when you told me "please always be happy" and I said " I will be as long as you stay." Look at us now, we walk past each other like we never even met, l
Here's to the empty human bodies who are numb to the feeling of their soul To the empty-headed, who I
When a house is dirty, we clean it.
We sweep away the dust and scrub away the stains until there is
nothing left
to remind us of the
wreckage
The winds that awakened the stars are blowing through my blood;
The universe resides within,
I was blind but I'm starting to see
All this time you've been lying to me
You picked my brain just to find
My idea of a perfect guy
Then everything I said to you
You took in & began to do
I have a healthy fear of lying
To myself and those around me
Often these lies
They won't die
No matter how hard I try
I just feel like I'm dying.
Yeah I know.
This is supposed to be hard.
This ridiculousness
Has to get me
Thinking I really miss this
thing I felt. She
Ain't gonna be my missis
I would like for you to think of me
When you're bored or lonely or cold
Not because I'm vengeful
Or jealous
Or evil
(though I am all of these things)
It is because I want you
To feel this too
A room as empty as the heart
SHots of pain like a dart
EMotions ragging in
THinking of a deadly sin
Water lays on his face
Not wanting ro leave a trace
Roarig coming from the window besides him
Silence is deafening when I'm alone
The hum of nothingness's tone
Not a pin drop nor a mouse's scurry
Not a scraching or a tapping to be heard
The sound is frightening,
Like a sentence of torture.
I have a hole in my right breast?
What can feel it?
Money, tenderness, the coo
of a three-month old child?
Can conversing with the cold
wind, an old acquaintance
Death is inevitable.
Alone in the universe with nothing.
The end is vague.
Not defined, or labeled, individual.
Beliefs, religion, gods,
Designed to soothe.
From the Earth, and back.
"You are literally the happiest person I know!"
"I love how I can always count on you being happy."
"I swear, every time I see you, you're always smiling! It makes me happy just seeing it!"
Symbols never die...
Their meaning never fades,
Meanings though, change
But they still stay
Everything stands for something,
Yet I don't know what I truly stand for
Bravery, Courage, Truth
I wish i could write about nothing at all.
wouldnt it be interesting to describe nothing?
we couldnt say a color,
How would we know what color it would be?
We couldnt say a shape,
Living in an empty world full of empty minds that try to hinder my possibilities.
HATE ME, LOVE ME, I DONT CARE.
Where were you when you were supposed to be there?
Hiding behind a mask is what I do on a daily bases. I act like I am a person who is welling to do what it takes to go far in life and be what I want to be.
Sleeplessness encapsulates my thoughts
Riddles holes into confident
Tarps
Roofing
Windbreakers
Breaking wind all over my
Overjoyed
Overstimulated
A sky above me, full
Of spaces between stars.
Of more questions than answers.
Of a life of hurt, unheard and unseen.
Of the voices of millions, praying and wishing on deaf stars that fall.
ive got no words
to describe this feeling inside
but ive got paticence
to tell you what's on my mind
i have to find all these reasons
to get out of bed each day
and it seems that one of them
Little
Did I know
That
Though the
World
May seem
Bright and pretty,
It is a
Piece of
Blown glass-
Hollow
On the
Inside.
Past is a flask
Once filled and drunk,
Now bare of its liquor
Only the scent lingers on
I'm a fountain of blood in the shape of a girl that hoped one day that maybe she could be loved.
You told me I was beautiful.
You taught me to talk.
You told me I was your princess,
I dream of being in your arms,
Laying my head across your chest.
I slowly wake up and, half asleep
I can still feel you as you rest.
We're together, just us two
I hug you tight and won't let go,
What’s in the glass?
Is the glass half empty or half full?
Pessimism versus Optimism
Both have their pros and cons
I feel empty,
we fought again.
We played our game,
he lost all his lives.
He no longer 'lives' or 'talks'.
He said he's not hurt,
and he is out with friends.
I am the one thats hurt.
They both sit in the dark room bathing in silence as the tension starts to build.
Listening to every depressing song on the radio
Praying for stregth to recover from you being gone
My memory is so clear
Life is supposed to be longer
In an instant I watched you disapear
Your eyes so beautiful,
Reminding me of a warm mocha coffee on a chilly, cold day,
Your smile so radiant,
A (messed-up) brute has my heart
Friends have run my self esteem dry
That stranger smiling through the dust,
he has got my eye.
My parents have lost my respect
My teachers have taken my hope
I write for you.
The one who is always on my mind,
The one who always seems so close.
I write for you.
My love, my one, my only,
My life, my drive, my soul.
I write for you.
I feel like that.
That pale greyish wisp of ash that crumbles beneath the slightest touch,
That's been consumed by a ravenous fire that first caressed
Then incinerated every fiber of it's being.
I feel like that.
I'm so confused
The hurt inside me is so surreal
I can't escape it
It just follows me constantly
Growing, growing
I feel myself suffocating
I just want to be good enough
Out of limbs
Can you deliver to me?
Little trim
From thee from me
Can you deliver to me?
In a way we’ve all become dull
Our mundane lives make sure we’re all the same
I’m still not full
From the daily lull
Of our differences being our shames
Alone is one of the worst things to be
When all you feel
Is tired and empty.
You can cry
You can weep.
You can shut off the light
And beg for sleep.
But it won’t come
And you’ll still be
Roses are red
Violets are blue.
I'm not at all jealous
Or angry at you.
I'm just hurt from the truth
That everyone told me
So now I just want to
Make sure you're not near me.
I cry at night when no one heres me, no one listens to me anyways. I yell in the day but no one heres still. No one knows the pain I'm in, no one knows anything about me.
A rose placed upon shattered
glass.
Her cries are heard from afar,
But no one listens.
And it seemed
That all at once
The beauty in her life was gone
The flowers in her heart died
The sun in her eyes set
The dew on her lips frosted
The warmth in her smile melted
Forbes publishes “top jobs,”
and the sport of Googling can easily yield endless lists of “best careers” of any given year,
even those that have yet to come.
These labels are slapped
onto underrepresented fields,
Numb, so numb
My heart breaking into so many
tiny pieces would not
affect me in the slightest.
so numb
a paper cut is less than a scratch.
num, absolutely so.
The "men" walk across these halls as if the king,
Treating their special girl like the queen they deserve to be.
Mother nature did not come back,
The king had decided its time to flee.
Peer into my eyes,
really, look,
What do you see?
compassion you say
Are you sure? Is it sincere?
No? I thought not.
Care to try again?
empathy you say
home is not lost
but can not be found
home is not destroyed
but can not be saved
home is where you feel welcomed
but also feel lonely
home is where you are free
but also are imprisoned
Oh sun, Oh sun
How he does rise
To watch the cheerful play,
See him illuminate the skies,
And hide before each day,
Oh sun, oh sun
What warmth he brings,
To ever leaf and flower,
You're not right for me.
No one is right for me.
I'm not saying it out of pity.
I don't pity myself.
I'm not tired.
I can't even say I'm depressed
anymore.
I'm empty.
I'm void.
Yeah…It’s that hurt.
When you look around, and you realize
Damn it, you’re alone.
You live where your heart is
But you don’t have a home.
So you just stay there where your house is,
Why can’t I just be ok?
Why was I cursed with ability to feel too deeply?
When I could just be oblivious.
Why must I hurt too deeply?
When others are just fine.
How I wish to be shallow,
My brain is empty you see, where has it all gone?
Four years of high school wasted because i loved to "Get it in"
I didnt do drugs i was just lazy, sexed up so many girls, a few had babies
The man who lived all alone inside
without a woman by his side or a conscience to confide
in and realized that even the blind had eyes
and that the deaf could hear his cries when he tried his hardest just to try
I have plans for greatness but sometimes I feel like I can never reach it.
And I really would love it if everything I said was poetic.
But I guess I am more crude than I thought.
Everyday, I wake up but nothing ever happens. I've been pushed here, there, and everywhere. I feel alone, so alone I just want to end my own life.
I like to eat sleep and be alone
empty messages, no missed calls on my phone
Walk through the streets contemplating on life
no one to go on dates or make me their wife
Old friends and family call to hang out
I used to believe in 11:11 wishes,
Used to dream of midnight kisses,
I believed in these things and much more,
But all that was in a time long, long, before,
Before the boy ripped at my chest,
Your love is true,
but this "us"
does neither you
nor I any good.
'Cause,
In the end,
this big house
is still empty
and I remain alone,
in the silence,
My world is empty, taken by youMy life is frozen, held by a bindMy mind left wondering, until I find youHeart broken, you left me behindStar Struck in an instant, because you saw my face
Where's the good in goodbye
Because when it's said
My chest feels soo empty
That it just might collapse
But that's okay
Because I can't breathe anyway
When I see you around
With her
"Don't die!" she gasps.
"Don't leave me!" she pleads as tears stream down her face.
He knows his fate.
She denies it.
His heart slows.
His grip on her hand weakens as she grasps his tighter.
Speak to me Softly
Hold me near
Stroke me gently
And wipe away fear
Hold me close
As soft as a dove
Give me a dose
A dose of you're love
I'm addicted
Have you ever stood on the edge of a cliff?
Have you ever looked over a precipice?
Did you feel strong and tall?
Or did you feel small and weak?
Have you ever stared into the night sky?
Here I sit, ah this black chalice
so alone, and silence embracing my
every thought,every emotion.
I sit alone inside this empty room,
And find myself some time to hurt and think;
Just wondering if I will break down soon,
Because these days have passed in one quick blink.
Each day is spent in busy distraction,
Time and time again
we all come
we all smile and grin
cause isn't this a blast?
we all come again and again
every once in a while
there is a "How've you been?"
"Fine" "Better" and even "good"
Blank document,
is the best way
to describe my mind
as this very moment.
Disconnect this USB,
full of confusing thoughts,
to calm down this process
i have going on
I’ll cry silent one more day
Hide my tears behind this mask
Move the broken shell of a body
And pretend I’m not shattered
I’ll laugh so you don’t see
And I’ll cry silent one more day
Sadness floats around me
Hovering
Always with me.
Like mist,
It creeps over me
Settles down and suffocates me.
The fog of depression hides the sight of happiness.
The shadows are dark,
Numb is
always my
emotion
I've become
so bland
nothing
effects me
anymore
I only cry
to know
I'm still
alive and
because I
know they're
right.
She’s cold and isolated
The demons lurk beneath
People think they know her
But the beauty’s just skin deep
And she wants to run away
From the hurt and the pain
No one sees the shackles trailing,
Get away from me.
I don't want you to visit again.
Last time nearly killed me.
The pain; the crying.
The worthlessness.
My spirit cuts through me to reach you.
A red, ridged line follows its breakthrough.
So watch me as I fall, grasping for reach.
I land, with every moan, a twisted speech.
A dark hole called home, but it's not even mine.
Not living only existing, no hope, no worth, dealing with what I've been dealt.
Keep it all inside, the words inside my mouth. We'll all be the same, lying in the dirt.
I know you are scared,
Hurt and unhappy.
But you don’t have to be—
Not another week, not another day.
I will still call you my sister, no matter
How hard you try to push me away.
Take away my lifelines
Watch me fade away
I am the Gravity Killer
Wake me up with nightmares
Fill my head with ash
I am the Shadowman
you see the pain in my eyes
you see my tears that I cry
you see my blood soak the floor
and I say what a world
you ask why I did it
and all I say is that I couldn't bear it
And this is the way I walk
The hallow faces of the student shells.
They were once human, just as I.
The taps of sneakers, heels, and flats
We are all locked in, by our own free will.
Mama always said there'd be days like this//
The way things can switch and change like this//
Friends become foes in the turn of a wrist and now things'll never be the same like this//
the rain is pouring
an old man sits on a bench in an open field and looks up at the sky
he reaches for the shovel
he begins to dig
I look deep within the mirror at myself.
My mind sinks and wonders into a place of utter darkness.
How my pain intensifies into complete depression.
The torture of past events replay from my childhood.
Life feels empty
When you're not there.
All the twinkling stars
So full of despair
Life feels tragic
When you're not around,
No hope, no happiness,
Head facing the ground.
Tell her you love her.
Go ahead.
Do it.
Tell her ten times a day.
A hundred times.
Until she believes it.
You’ll know because she’ll cry at the idea
of losing you.
Fuck love, I’m tired of trying.
Feel like I’m dying.
A black hole where my heart used to be,
Since you took it from me.
You ripped it straight from my chest,
Made it hurt in the most torturous ways.
Emptiness is all I feel, without you here.
I walk past your room, searching for you.
How can you be gone so soon?
A life taken before its time.
You're my sister though, why don't they understand.
As I walk, I see the bridge.
I smell the musty white rails.
I hear the heartbreaking whistle of the train.
I feel the embrace of her through the wind.
I taste the tears as they roll down my cheeks.
"Go away," the guard says to you.
But you beg and flatter your way in any way.
You look around, beaming at all the shining pieces.
You pick them all up, pouring out complements as you go.
The door is shut again
I'm the one that shut it.
They are the ones that started it
How can you live in a home like this?
I can't, so I shut the door.
i try to act real
i try to feel
push and push words onto me
you push feelings i don't want to see
no longer will i try to hide the feelings i will NEVER feel inside
