saturday the fifth
2:44 pm
a funny thing the mind is
wanting to slit your wrists
but being too scared of pain
wanting to break everything
but unable to clean up the damage
wanting to cry till your eyes are dry
and scream till your lungs burst
but smiling to portray sanity to everyone around you
and more importantly to yourself.
2:52 pm
I want someone that will see me at my worst
and still think I am the best
but
everyone has seen me at my best
and they still think I am the worst
4:04 pm
you are the smell before the rain
you are the blood in my veins
you are the matter to my universe
you are the anecdote to this curse
you are the light to my candle
you are everything I cannot handle
you are everything I cannot live without.
YOU ARE READING
signed - luci monroe
Poetry"don't hate me for being me. hate me for trusting you again. cause god knows i don't hate myself enough for it." - l.m. there might be something truly wrong with me. until i find out what, i'll just continue writing my sad poems and cry. written dur...
