“And I Write And I Write And I Write And Nothing Says It All.”

Spiraling (A short poem)

Thoughts. Feelings. Words. Actions. Love. Hate.

These things are always causing us to spiral down into an abyss.

Day. Night. Up. Down. Talking. Silence.

These things also never go side by side each other.

Sane. Crazy. Happy. Depressed. Hopeful. Discouraged.

Sometimes... I wish that everything could just stay still.

“I cannot fix on the hour, or the spot, or the look or the words, which laid the foundation. It is too long ago. I was in the middle before I knew that I had begun.”

Society

Society can be mean most of the time

and it can make you feel like you’re in a bind.

Please don’t listen to them!

It doesn’t matter in the end.

Come take a walk with me.

Let’s go and be free.

By getting out of here...

Because to me, you are the only one that I hold dear.

Alone

When you say “I feel so alone,”

do you really mean it?

Do you feel cold all the way down to your bones?

Do you want to go through that door you see with the sign saying exit?

When you say “I am alone,”

do you mean you have no one?

Or do you mean that deep down inside, you don’t feel whole?

Just take a minute to think of all the battles you’ve won.

Up until now,

you’ve always felt weak.

Always being the one that has to bow.

Just because you’ve never been able to freely speak.

Well, you aren’t alone...

by which I mean you aren’t alone physically.

It’s okay to let it be known...

‘Cause you aren’t the only one that wants to be free.

I'm just not happy anymore. I'm tired of putting up a fight to be happy. I'm tired of being a pain to my family. I'm tired of hurting people. I'm tired of trusting people. All in all. I hate everyone and I hate being alive... I just want to leave... I want to go home.

Thoughts of a broken soul

Her

She was his sun. Until she had said, “I’m done.” For her, everything became clear. That he never meant it when he called her “Dear.”

From there, something had ignited. Ever since that first thought had brightened. That little spark of madness made itself known when he forced her to clean up his mess.

Now she does everything with pride. Showing this with each stride. Becoming happier than she ever knew. Yet no one had a clue....

That even though at that time she had felt dead inside; She had become wise when he unknowingly opened up her eyes.

she wears her smile like a cloak. no one knows of what lies beneath. she either relishes the anonymity or has simply forgotten how to escape it.

Noor Shirazie (via noorshirazie)

An excerpt from an unknown book:

It’s all your fault. You’re the one that pushed them away. You can never just let anybody in.

I cried as the words kept repeating in my head. They were right. It’s all my fault. I always do this. I have no one to blame but myself...

They were there for you. Why did you let them go? Why did you say all of those hurtful things? Don’t you care?

I do care.... But I just... I was just so afraid. I was afraid of losing them that I thought that I should just never have them in order for it to not happen. During that time I felt they just never cared.... I was so wrong. 

You’re a monster. A disgrace.

Those two sentences seem to be screaming at me in my mind as I look at myself in the mirror.

It would be better if you could just die. Everyone would just be happier without you.

As my once silent tears turn into loud sobs I contemplate whether or not I should finally give in. Holding the razer as it seems to be encouraging me to give it all the power it needs to carry out the deadly deed.

Nobody will be hurt when you leave. No one will be sad.

Right before I do the deadly thing a thought shoots across my mind...

Please.... Someone.... Anyone... Help

Caged (Poem)

Alone....

and chained.

A broken soul

that’s in constant pain.

Noises coming

from others also in cages.

Hoping...

wishing someone could break away these chains.

Their voices sounding so lifelike.

But when I take time to listen.

They are nothing but bribes.

Coming from the demons deep down within.

It’s getting so hard to not become insane.

‘Cause it’s been so long

since this pile of mush was my so-called brain.

Ever since I have been considered “gone”.

The voices keep getting louder.

The mear whispers now turned into screeching.

Not caring what was coming out.

Especially the things that have been brought upon me.

I know that one of the voices is named Death.

His voice is like silk when he talks about everlasting peace.

And right before I take my final breath,

I wished there was some other way to leave.

Tidal Waves

It looks oh so blue,

Rushing up the beach

Seeming like it’s trying to comfort me and you.

Never being too far from our reach.

It always gives off a sort of longing,

Even when we feel content.

And when this happens, it seems like there is something missing.

Which causes us to vent.

As we vent through and through,

It causes us to feel as if we are lost in a cave.

Trying to find our way out of it without a single clue.

Oh how they keep us spinning, those blue tidal waves.