I drain my thoughts through my pen. That's the only way I breathe.
Looking back, you were an outlet for things I couldn't say Even on a lost track, you kept collecting all the pain that wouldn't fade
By Harydo Neonabout a year ago in Poets
Did you really think it was supposed to end great? This was a station I would have loved to park A fire I was happy sparked
Are you ready for what's about to happen? Are you ready for the sacrifices you'd have to make? It isn't news that this was overdue, is it?
You saw lots of things growing up Familiar with the feeling of getting lost Where you are coming from, only I know Atleast you got only numb and not cold
When you start missing the days you hated Isn't that a sign that you are healing? Isn't that a sign that you aren't where you used to be?
Faucets, water flowing Heart, beating in a rhythm Like a star, glowing A seed, growing Denial is the better way The better bus to board
Let someone love you I know it scares you to let someone in again Because you still healing from the bruises and pain But love is too beautiful a gift to deny yourself
I try to write about you often I take out my pencil and keep them sharpened I put one line, a smile broadens Laughter and anxiety, with overthinking as a topping
I was always scared when things got good Thinking about when the bad would come to collect its dues I always thought it was as normal as being drunk on booze
Dear 26 Threads, Tissues, Tears and Thoughts Huge decisions await you, meant to make you feel lost Friends, Faith, Fleece and Fragility
I have always been green with some dash of some yellow Sunflowers, the sun, the rain forest , leaves and a new born turtle
Eyes going to the back of my head, that's how I reflect How bad things were before the mental reset When everything seemed like an over 10-year long marathon without rest
