baggage
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horrified, traumatized eyes.
with the glooming gaze,
of the collapse, flawed sanctuary.
her eyes in trust of its quality.
failing her from sternness,
Look at all this luggage
cluttering around.
Day packs cling like masks forgotten.
They underscore my fear of
waking up.
Those bags in the corner
are still unpacked.
When life throws shit at you
You can’t stop and feel blue
Keep your head up and just push through
My depression feels like so many things all rolled up into one.
At it's worst, it is overwhelming sadness and a certainty
that I am not good enough and that no one could
ever really love me.
I try but when I know I wasn't trying hard enough, I fell short of making it.I try but when I know I had more on my train of thoughts, I fell short of succeeding it.
Trapped in his own thoughts
He’s all alone with nothing but a lone heart
Trying to spark a flame so dark
It can light up a room with demonic distraught demonstrating
Life: the inevitable,
it can throw you to the ground,
or it can bring you up,
either way it treats you a certain way.
I've always been the one to experience this,
Again it comes to me
From it, I am unable to flee
First, it slithers into my heart
Beginning its quest to tear me apart
Next, the monster slips into my mind
To love a man, to love a girl...
What difference is there really?
Love, to me, is the same
In any language, in any shape
For any age,
For any person.
Love could maybe just be
a simple word
Thinking of the days that we could be sure that light
Would always travel faster than monsters trying to catch us at night
But you drink under daylight now too
Thinking of a mother who never hugged you
Never write a songAbout a stupid boy you fell in love with,Because you’ll rememberThat the air exists to fill his lungsAnd that his lips serve a purposeMore significant than your kiss.
Walking aimless in eternal mysery
I came upon a great mystery-
A hidden pathway in a hill
Gave my senses a big thrill.
And so I followed the path 'till the top
And found a graveyard in the stop.
Tonight I can't stop the tearsI feel the soul of another rising up Someone stronger is being urged to take overI want to run far awayKnowing I'm not alone in thisI want to run far away
I'm choking on the taste of rejectionAnd, oh, how I savor the sweetnessEnough to make a grown woman break into tearsBut not meI stand firm... untouched... unfeeling...Do I love thisUltimate loneliness
Walking to a court room at the age of 7 was very frightening. I knew I did not do anything wrong. I was getting adopted, but I did not have a say in anything.
I cannot understand my current emotions on the relationship I am in, I don’t understand how I feel anymore. My emotions don’t talk I have to but if I can’t understand them how I can explain them.
it's possible to have a house-
but no home.
it's possible to be surrounded-
and completely alone.
i'm trying to concentrate-
without staring at my phone.
the scars on my outside layers
For Everyone who is in school.
For Everyone who has been bullied.
For Everyone who has been in a sport.
For Everyone who is battling addiction.
For Everyone who is working.
For Everyone who is a parent.
The hate pours from me like I'm made of water,
only ment to quench my own thirst,
I hat myself,
No matter what I say,
No matter what I do,
I can't ever seem to be enough for you,
You meaning me,
Watch.
Wait.
Run.
I Watch him walk and wait for his return. Watch him run and wait to feel something. Anger?
Lots of it.
Sadness?
Not enough.
Resentment?
It boils in my blood.
When you say "Goodbye, I love you,"
I just wanna take you away
and show you a better place
than the dashboard and the faces
people make.
Be free like you should beOnly 16.I won't hold you back any longerIn the mess I'm used toThe abuse I've gone through.
Any teacher can follow a lesson plan
but one teacher can teach whatever they can.
Why dont we figure out how modern life really works
instead as a student we learn the basic boring subjects first.
Broken Rear View
Many times we alloy our curiosity to spoil of future,
More often than not,
We obsess over our rear view.
Have you ever taken the time to think,
What if your rear view-
Baggage Claim
To those who view their past,
As a lesson.
Simply sit back and do yourself a favor-
Commit to confession.
Sift through the bags which look-
Oh so similar on the outside.
Ms. Teacher
Do you know what I have to go through in a day?
Or the baggage that follows me?
She rests in painful slumber
Drips with salty sweat
She is unaware of what it means—
Means to be sick with fear.
She chokes on spittle—spews up spittle
Chokes on angry, violent spittle.
Slanted Like The Leaning Tower Of Pisa I. Am. Slanted. Though I Stand Enchanted By This Hungry Image Of Beauty, That Is About To Crumble, Tumble ,To The Ground, Only To Be Found In One Giant Mess.
