Poems from killjoy95
16, writes about mental illnesses.
i'm many things and i've learned what's important and what isn't. i'm A WORK IN PROGRESS and that's okay. it's okay for you, too.
in the deep
in the black
when it seems
you can’t go back
there’s a voice
in your chest
that says
“we will never rest
till you’re safe
back...
i never did drugs.
i never did alcohol.
i never did anything like that.
but without you
i feel
numb
empty
lonely
worthless.
i ate for you....
who cares?
anyone?
no.
no one cares,
so
i have to.
i have to let everyone know that
there are people
maybe in your class
who find it more...
i'm nothing.
i'm nothing but
petrified wood
nothing more
than a hardened rock
sitting in a grove of
others just like me
pointless and...
occasionally
you meet a person or
people who
strike your heart
like a hammer to a bell.
it hurts when they
don't return the feeling.
they...