When the wind blows I curl my toes
and wait for the breeze to tickle my nose
...
I wanted to say thank you.
For all the things you have helped me through.
It took a lot of courage Im sure,
To get me off of stupid
...
Failure seems like a constant patteren
Locked into my mind and its sensless chatter
Always concered at what I look like to other people
If I ask for to much, if I do enough, If I am liked, If I am loved.
...
So much wasted time
so much wasted space
so many wasted words
so many wasted breaths
...
I wish I felt nothing
I wish your words meant nothing
meant nothing to me when you spoke
I wish that they didn't feel like daggers deep in my skin right now
...
My heart it is calling you
Can you hear it?
Do you fear it?
Maybe I am insane
...
For as long as I can remember
creativity and inspiration always had great meaning
The longest time writing poetry
Just writing anything
...
You have an effect on me
Like a drug
Or a person with OCD
You’re always in my head
...
Being alone may be better
Then stressin over something that doesnt matter
...
This hate that pulses through my veins
Is caused by the extreme amount of pain you left behind
Is the horrified look in your daughters eyes
This disgust that runs through me
...
I am tired, of being tired.
Living life feeling like I am on a constant high wire
Stuck in the middle of the rope
Hundreds of miles above the city
...
Oh man
How thoughts start to spin
When it has been so long since you've let anyone in
Inside your mind to hear your loneliest thoughts
...
At the end of the day
I am left alone with nothing but the thoughts that caress my head
Like slippery, gray drowned fingers they try to drag me below
I kick and squirm eyes open wide and refuse to let them win
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Today I remembered why
I told myself that day I died
Why I would never fall for another living soul
This ache in my chest is unnerving
...
When I shower
I stand right beneath the water
So I don't hear anything
except the water screaming in my ears
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Stuck In The Wind
When the wind blows I curl my toes
and wait for the breeze to tickle my nose
It flys by my ears and I hear it moaning
It sounds so lonely
I picture myself surronded in trees
Hearing the soft whisper of her voice
go through my ears
I pictured what she looked like
this troubled soul
who makes the wind blow
I picture us best friends
Ruling as the voice that the wind throws
Standing in your weather
Makes my troubles seem better
because you take them all away
with closed eyes I draw you in
while hearing every despreat cry
I wish I could help you
you poor soul stuck in the wind