The sorrow we feel when we lose a loved one is the price we pay to have had them in our lives
I always wanted to be defined by love - while never knowing that these hearts suffer the most
We'll be consoled somehow by the odd notion that it's the thought that counts
Please don’t tell me, it was less painful than a broken backbone, a forgotten poem, a lost home
From all my dreams where you felt everlasting
to all my clothes your words used to wear,
to the old end, to the new beginning,
you have lost me everywhere
I hope you don’t feel the hurt as much as I did. You are too weak and fragile to stand that ache
sometimes i feel more like a house than a person
with the way i decorate my body and my face
to hide damaged walls and empty spaces;
my heart is more like a door with changed locks
because i've made multiple keys for people
who walked all over me with filthy shoes,
people who said they could live here,
but they were just passing through.
i hope my eyes are not windows,
because i fear what the world might see—
all of my flaws and insecurities on display
like a coffee table or some shoddy love seat
A second chance will never be able to heal the wound of the first one
I always have these tears to cry,
and I’m left with all these wondering questions of why?
Why can’t we seem to get over the past,
and come together and be a whole at last?
Why won’t you at least try to believe what I say,
instead of just pushing me away?
Why do I keep putting myself out there,
and you don’t even seem to care?
Aching, longing
Wishing,hoping
I'm hurting,
Wounds soo deep no doctor can fix
Crying,Praying
Fighting, scared
Will I be whole again?
It hurts, the days are dark
And the rainbow has disappeared
Nothing but tears,
Falling, I'm drowning
I can't swim
Its too much, will I survive
Or will I continue to hurt
So would you believe what we've come to be, after all this time? Would you even flinch if I told you I cried, that my sun no longer shined? There was more than ordinary there, I know it, saw it, felt it. So why did you walk away?
Deep in the darkest part of my head, there is a memory of what you once said, it sits there alone in the shadows of depth, a memory of you that I have kept, it wants to come out of this dark scary place, but it is a memory I could never erase, it sits there alone through night and day, listening to everything I hear and say, I want it to leave and never come back, to leave me alone, the feeling if sadness to go away, so that I can once again see the light of day
if these walls could talk, they'll tell you how many times I've cried. the endless amount of tears shed. the late night misery i spread. if these walls could talk you would know how much anger i hold inside and how i always tried. you'll see the hate of some kind the loneliness built inside. if these walls could talk you'll know i'm a prisoner in my own body
This path we call life, once a path worth walking on and living for, now a path of misery and woe, sadness and death
I don't know what to do
To get me back to you.
I've got nothing left to lose;
I'm sadness, tears and blues.
All bridges have been crossed;
I guess our love is lost
it was her chaos that made her beautiful
Have you ever tried to cry
But there’s no tears left to shed
Have you ever seen the face of misery
Or looked into the eyes of dread
Have you ever gripped the pain
Cause it’s all that’s left to hold
Have you ever tried so hard to love
But found, your heart was just too cold
Have you ever just had to accept,
Your agony has no end
Have you ever been so desperate,
You’ve claimed the sorrow your best friend
Have you ever held hands with depression
Wept on the shoulder of fear
Those special memories of you
will always bring a smile
if only I could have you back
for just a little while
Then we could sit and talk again
just like we use to do
you always meant so very much
and always will do too
The fact that you’re no longer there
will always cause me pain
but you’re forever in my heart
until we meet again
Who am I?
You think you know...
Behind this mask of a
smile is a desperate heart
hiding tears flowing, slamming
against the walls of my heart
like the rising waterscapes on a stormy day.
You think you see me for who I am,
but I allow you only to see who I wish I were.
We talk a lot about broken hearts.
But oh,
what about the aching ones?
The hearts that are healing
but can’t escape the visits of the
cold, sharp
pain gripping their core.
The hearts that appear
whole again
but still experience
the waves of hurt
crash against their soul’s door
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