It’s nights like these where I wonder most what alcohol tastes like. That if I ran now, could I make it? Nights where I don’t care to wonder if tomorrow will come. Only wonder if I’d be better off if it didn’t. And I think to myself, it’s not fair to him. After all he’s… Continue reading Sobered thoughts.
3:07am Hey, I’m sorry if this is a bad time, but I’ve been feeling lonely lately and I just wanted to know how you were doing. Call back when you can, All right, bye. 4:27am Hey, it’s me, again. Sorry, I’m calling, it’s just that I’m feeling weaker by the hour and I don’t know… Continue reading please leave a message after the beep.
and finally i understand after two years worth of living why you left i called you selfish called you crude called you names i always refused to say out loud but i understand now i understand you left me when i needed you most because what i needed from you most was to be let… Continue reading closure.
I was drowning before I met you. Submerging into the depths of my despair. And despite your love, I stayed there. Counting the seconds until I could no longer hold my breath And you tell me to breathe But it's harder than it seems. I take one look into the mirror And let my wild… Continue reading touch my skin and let me breathe again.
Inhale under water And that feeling sums us up
Constantly trying to escape To places, to people Without reason Without cause Without purpose There's no way out because there wasn't suppose to be a way in Four corners two closing in Look both ways before you cross ceaseless traffic Pray to God you make it over safely. Pray to God you make it. Pray… Continue reading dead end depression—a messy poem
The grass is always greener on the side you never make it to. At least, that's what I used to think. But he says I've got it wrong. That the grass is always greener on the side you choose to water. And all at once, my world changed. I looked at him and smiled. Asked… Continue reading Oh, baby, baby, it’s a wild world
I want to be blonde with bangs and a tattoo that says San Diego Baby A wardrobe that obsesses over pastels and sneakers And a necklace that whispers my name in soft spoken letters Live by the ocean and run on the pier Longing for the day where “there” becomes “here” Collect daises and dandelions… Continue reading San Diego Baby