youarenotalone
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Little things. Little talks, endless conversations. Little laughs, great accomplishments. Progress, just two more steps. Balance, struggles. Shared interests, deep topics. Depression, stress, troubles..
Sitting With You #4 She is often forgotten.Left to struggle on her own.Her cries are silent.Tears are endless.If only you could hear her.If only you could feel her.She's kind and gentle.Like a little child.She fights her way through each day.Stand
I may not have a loud voice, but my passion speaks louder than any.
My passion involves others and helping them through hard times.
I may not have my degree yet, but I will stop at nothing to get it.
I am here now.
It took me a while, but i am here now.
I could've done it earlier, but i am here now.
It would've been easier doing it then, but i am here now.
So no need to pretend, or defend, why not then.
Hi my name is Fuck Up.
I can't do anything right.
I can't make anyone happy.
And I'm never enough.
Strange isn't it?
The way we act so different behind closed doors when no one is looking.
We can become our true selves, let our colors fly
But why only when no one else is looking?
Now going into the new year
I no longer know where to steer
Afraid of what is to come
because I'm constantly changing
mind, constantly straining
things changing so fast
Daddy please don’t look so sad,mommy please don’t cry.I am in the arms of Jesusand he sings me lullabies.please do not try and question God, don’t think he is unkind.Don’t think He sent me to you and thatHe changed His mind.You see, I am special a
Dear Shyness
You with your Hesitance and Fearfulness
I've got Courage, Strong as this Shell
You'll be sent straight back to Hell
Dear Shame
You with your Guilt and Blame
They look at the people like us and they laugh
Laughs feel like attacks
Attacks on walls that are already crumbling
Crumbling like our self-esteem and our hopes and dreams
Dreams that are fading away
He didn’t fit into the “in crowd”Just because he wasn’t allowed.But coming home to screams and shouts.
Underneath my left breast
carved into my ribs in powdered jet
8.11.14
the day the happiest man alive
killed himself
and we all found out
that he was pagliacci
La Commedia è finita!
When the rest of the world seems like a movie reel
Spinning incessantly
Spitting useless nonsense
Faster than you can process,
But it's playing a beautiful picture
You've heard
Why do you judge me like you know me?
What did I ever do to you?
I just don’t understand
How the people around me have gone so mad.
I did nothing to deserve your hate.
Hey, there
It's not over yet
And this I can swear
Don't fall into your own net
I will stand by your side
You will not be alone
This is what I decide
And we will go into the unknown
People that are lonely
You are not the only
There's always one who has it worse
The world is diverse
Look at yourself
As I look at myself
You are not normal
And I am not normal
Impossibilities
Why ponder about these?
Look at yourself
Look through yourself
And see what there is
Tears stream down my face,
as I break once again.
I haven't felt this fragile
In a very long while.
You hurt me.
And I remembered today.
You took from me.
Who am I?
What am I?
What have I become?
Angry.
Bitter.
Alone.
The darkness withheld
forcing me to succumb.
Will I get better
through the talks?
Somebody once told me
that Life was like clay,
no matter how much you fiddle around with it
the clay will eventually harden.
What did they mean?
Somebody once said
that Life was beautiful and