For your poems.
Wouldn’t it be better if everyone of us could live in his/her own unique madness?
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=F7YEVP4r2ok
Lyrics:
Leave the madman in his madness
And don’t try to bring him to his senses
You don’t know what is hidden
Inside the mind of a madman
–
He might find in his madness
Everything he has desired
And wasn’t able
To see and to obtain
–
Leave the madman in his madness
Leave him in his dream
He’s been sick and tired of this world
And he created one of his own
i feel so invisible lately
its painful, almost
how people can see me
and yet not see me
i feel like a ghost
or a dream
or some other overplayed metaphor
that people use
when really what they mean
is that no one gives a shit
about them at all
and it hurts like hell
because i know its my fault
but i dont know how
to fix it
am i even real?
am i even here?
if people look through
but not at you,
if they talk near
but not to you,
do you even really exist?
do i?
Here we are
Stuck by this river,
You and I
Underneath a sky that’s ever falling down, down, down
Ever falling down
Through the day
As if on an ocean
Waiting here,
Always failing to remember why we came, came, came:
I wonder why we came
You talk to me
as if from a distance
And I reply
With impressions chosen from another time, time, time,
From another time
Tomorrow, July 14th, marks my 18th birthday.
I don’t know whether to think of it as a fresh start or a milestone, but it must be significant right?
It could be a new beginning. A new beginning to my mental health? A reset to my attempt counter? Perhaps a new beginning to my relationship with myself.
Or a milestone. For awhile I didn’t think I’d make it to graduating high school. But there I was, under that white tent, getting handed my diploma. Then I thought I wouldn’t make it out of adolescence, to my 18th birthday, 1 month later. But here I am, with only 4 hours […]
It’s hard for me to know
Where everything went wrong
Nothing’s getting better
I’ve felt bad for so long.
I’ve fought my inner demons,
But now it’s time for me,
To end this life I hate
And finally be free.
I don’t want to be mourned,
I don’t want you to cry,
I just don’t want this life,
Please; let me die.
Mum, don’t be upset,
I don’t know when I’ll go.
It might be this year,
I honestly don’t know.
I’ve got a guilty conscience,
For what you’ll go through.
Don’t blame yourself, or anyone
It’s what I want to do.
So We’ll Go No More A-Roving
So we’ll go no more a-roving
So late into the night,
Though the heart be still as loving,
And the moon be still as bright.
For the sword outwears its sheath,
And the soul outwears the breast,
And the heart must pause to breathe,
And love itself have rest.
Though the night was made for loving,
And the day returns too soon,
Yet we’ll go no more a-roving
By the light of the moon.
The Lament of Tasso (extract)
the Mind’s canker in its savage mood,
When the impatient thirst […]
Is the true way to heal to write, or to read.
Do you heal by sharing your trauma, or by listening to someone else’s.
How did my mind get so dark?
How do I keep disappointing everyone?
Why do they say those things?
Why do I say those things?
Who is the dark cloud hovered above me?
Who will I be once the cloud swallows me whole?
When will this go away?
When will I feel happiness?
What will happen if I go?
What will happen if I stay?
Where will I go?
Where will I be?
I believe I’m not capable of the living life where I’m happy or succeeded in my career and have loving children and a lovely husband.
I believe I’m not capable of feeling every emotion of happiness that life has to offer.
I believe I’m not capable of looking in the mirror and loving what I see inside and out.
I believe I’m not capable of being someone’s soulmate that they can’t live without and love eternally.
I believe that I’m meant to feel the heaviness over my head and the pain within my heart.
I believe that I don’t deserve to have all the love I receive as I don’t […]
A wish thay I always wish to come true
A wish that will make my life better
A wish that can end my suffering
Is a wish to die
Im always wrong
Im still here why …?
No more reason to life
No more smile
Every breath is painful
I wish to die
pardon the quality
As I wait here patiently…
I hear death calling me.
Ring… Ring..
I ignore it while I let it sing
I sit at this park from hour to hour
God, I’m so scared… I feel like a coward.
So Death… Please stop calling me.
I’ll have your answer in three days
Just let me be
How I pray, I pray
I know I’m not alone, I know I have so many friends and love ones. I’m blessed, but yet, why do I feel so alone?
I was contempt with death long ago until I met someone. Cliche right? But it happens. I fell in love three times and the first two knew that I craved the […]
I came to share a story, and ended up staying a few days longer than expected. I am proud to have encountered each and every person that I’ve spoken with; regardless of what may, or may not, have been said.
My goal in life is simply to leave things better than the way I found them, yet I can not say with any certainty that I achieved that; though, I can, in one last effort, leave you with a few songs that may do what I could not.
Will the doors of our perception ever be cleansed?
One of my favorite artists at the moment. He donates to mental health research. Very talented.
I know. I know everyone says suicide isn’t the answer. I know I wouldn’t want my friends to commit suicide. I know this will hurt you. I know this will remind you of Sean. I know this will disappoint all my friends, my teachers, and my family.
And I know this is self centered and entitled; it’s pretentious and trying to sound too deep, but I don’t believe I was meant to have a happy life. I don’t think I was meant to grow old. I was meant to die early on, eventually forgotten.
I don’t believe in fate, and I don’t believe in god. I only […]