23 Dec, 2014 07:57 AM
All alone they sit,
Waiting for the day,
When finally someone will come along,
And never walk away.
They cry themselves to sleep,
As they think about the pain,
Their hearts are now silent,
They think there's nothing left to gain.
Sometimes the pain is just too much,
That they all just want to forget,
, Self Harm
, TrappedVotes: 2
05 Dec, 2012 03:30 AM
Peace to my brother
who sleeps through the thunder,
who was different from all others,
who now rests beneath the crest
of the sky we shared together;
whose advice still touches me
as eternally he sleeps.
To the life that can't be bound
to his grave beneath the ground,
to the love that can’t be severed
, Best Friend
, MissingVotes: 0
21 Sep, 2011 12:20 AM
The beats of a heart in your hand.
You chose this.
so I'm forced to understand.
Love cant be described.
From geniuses, or from the bible, inscribed.
Only knowing the emotions that inflict me.
Sometimes throwing me in a path that kills, depress-ins,
Or even contradicts me.
No, love cant be described.
It isn't happy,
, TrueVotes: 12