PoetsBloodx

I want to speak but I don't know how I try and try but fear won't allow I get too afraid, and so it gets delayed Maybe one day I'll succeed but for now I'll just recede

How are you supposed to hold on when there's no rope? ..no hope. What do you climb when there's no wall? No rock. If there's no sky, no above what do you reach for? Up and down blackness. Side to side darkness. Nothing here but this carcass.

These demons in my head aren't staying at bay. But it's like a part of me wants them to stay. So I listen to them and obey. doing what they say. They're telling me to do things. But they're always so wrong. Tellin’ me, "I'll make you feel better." In the end though it fades faster than it came. So I tell them "Go away!" They don't listen and never stray away.

Shackled, by the worldly ploys. Acting like just another one of their useless toys. They're holding me back. While I'm trying to escape and attack. They tempt me to give in. To stay chained from within. The struggle doesn't end. Enemy, never friend.

On the verge of suffocation but I can't die Under water It's impossible to fly Sinking lower To the darkest depths The rocky bottom Will soon intercept Monsters lurking In every shadow Cause down here I’m no where near the shallow

When I only say things half-heartedly. cause I don't want them to see the part of me. that's screaming to be free. Oh why won't they see. I guess I hid from them to well. Behind my home-made prison cell. Imprisoned more than half of me. So that they won't be able to see the real me. Lord, Why do I have to be so good at Lying? Why do they always have to stop trying.

"You know what?" "No, what?" "We should never fall in love." "Huh? Why?" "Well, it's simple, really." "Explain it to me, then." "We're opposites, you and me. You're the sun, I'm the moon. You are day, I am night. You're warm and you beat with the vitality of life. I'm pretty chilly and I beat my fists against the mirror for showing me reality instead of dreams." "I still don't quite understand." "I am a dreamer, and you are a dream." "Thanks, I guess." "No, listen--you're like the people who say 'save the whales'. You want to save the world, you want to do some good. You want to make a change, make a difference. And me... well, I'm

The monsters were never under my bed. Because the monsters were inside my head. I fear no monsters, for no monsters I see. Because all this time the monster has been me.

Daddy, aren't you proud of me? Haven't I done enough Daddy? Am I not your little girl? Daddy, I'm sorry I'm not perfect, but can you please come back? I promise I'll do better. I promise I can be perfect. Daddy, Don't you love me? Look I drew you a picture, will you come home now? Daddy? Where did you go? Please come back. Mommy says you don't care anymore but I know it's not true. It can't be true. Daddy, You don't even call anymore. You said you loved me and that I was your princess, then why aren't you here? Daddy, Please come home. I want my Daddy back.

I heard there was a battle, between a pen and a sword. Between a few deathly strikes, and one simple word The sword could not defeat a few thousand men, A thousand worded lecture was written by the pen. The lecture drove them all, to temporary death. Its words dragged on like lullabies, and stole their very breath. The sword was not able to bring tears to ones eyes, Without striking love and telling many lies. The pen however knew how to make ones insides melt, when composing a sonnet so powerful and svelte. The sword ended up covered, with blood and salty tears. It's blade getting heavy, from battling all those years. And I hear that

Do you know what it feels like? To feel so socially awkward around people that you feel uncomfortable in your own skin, knowing that you don't fit in. And, you walk away... thinking that being alone will be better for you - but you're wrong. You just feel even more  alone; even more rejected from society; perhaps even sad, in some way. What do you do while waiting for someone? As you wait, and wait, and wait for them - hoping they'll come soon lest you seem like a loner walking aimlessly around, causing people to pity you. And your face gets hot, you start to sweat because they know - they know of how alone you are and they feel sorry for

She speaks to me fondly of passions and talents, of guitars and stars, with such breathless intensity then stops short and apologises for speaking at all. All because somewhere in her life, someone she loved broke her heart by ignoring her beautiful words and telling her to shut up, keep it down, nobody cares. People aren’t born sad. We make them that way.