I Haven’t Told Anyone. But I Am Really Tired. I Am Lonely And Really Exhausted. I Don't Have Bad Days

do you weep

I do :)

If the moon ever speaks my name, I hope she does it like a curse.

Good luck.

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I've spent so much time being sad,

For things I should have held anger for.

Let me hear you say my name,

Beg for my forgiveness.

My absence will rot within you,

My ghost will haunt hallways you've yet to discover.

You fell in love with my mercy,

What about this rage?

I've cried my last tear,

And I am unashamed of the way I begged-

It is, however,

Your fucking turn.

x

poetry doesn't have to be full of metaphors, or comparisons to flowers, and diamonds, and one of kind things, it could be anything, something as simple as declaration in pure words, is equally beautiful, with no mazes, no puzzles, sure, imagination puts minds at work, but there is something raw and beautiful about simplification, and honesty.

©Pen_Pain_Poetry

"...And you, what would you do for Love?"

Forgive.

The Dreams of My Childhood

When I was a kid, I had tons of dreams

I was going to go to space I was going to be an astronaut I learned the constellations and the stations of the moon I watched mesmerized at videos of shuttle launches and I'd jump and cheer at the eventual splashdown I'd watch the stars at night so I guess some things just never change But when I couldn't figure out how to use a telescope I gave up on it all, as if it never existed

I was going to be a rockstar some day

I'd learn every cassette and CD that found it's way to me Even the one's I disliked Singing along to Alan Jackson Elvis Presley and Motley Crue I was going to learn to play guitar And I find myself still saying those words because some things just don't change But I never has the actual ambition or that little bit of starter talent And I never liked to be in the spotlight So when things got a little hard, I just got off

I was going to be author I was going to write a story that was beloved I was going to write of love and emotions and all the things that make up a good person and all those that create the villain but I never finish what I've started and I'm writing cryptic messages in badly written poetry A vomiting of my sub-conscience all over the sidewalk outside your old apartment door I write for this to spill my guts to let strangers judge me Some dreams, they just never change

I am stuck in a cage

i made for myself.

too tired to break free.

~k

C'mon. Get Up.

Whenever you are down and you feel like waving the white flag When the tears are heavy and leave divots in the sand beneath you When you feel as if you are truly alone

I believe in you.

When everything reminds you of her her face and presence are in every brick of this city When you feel crushed By the weight of the black and starless sky When there's nothing left to describe

I believe in you

When the panic bites hard and you can't breathe so certain you'll die When the lake is calling and you might just walk to right in When every option is the worst option

I believe in you

When all you can do is scream And push everything far away When the distractions finally stop doing what they were made for When you cry whenever your in the rain

I believe in you

When you feel that you have no place to go and things just seem to be piling upon you When depression goes untreated and the thoughts come and tell you to jump When you survive today and hope for tomorrow

I believe in you I believe in you

I was getting to the shore. Then you came back and tried to drown me. again.

But darling ,

Now I know how to swim.