Excerpts

Not exactly poems but... not not poetry?

I think, now, that I have reached a new low... A point where the echoes of this haunting loneliness in my heart are louder than any voices screaming in my head... They scream for hours, trying for a reaction but the deep, empty, abyss in my heart swallows them up. 

So now... there really is only emptiness.

This time it will destroy me.

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Not all of my sadness is bitter...

Sometimes, it's more of a sweet, morbid sadness..

Like, when I smile as a flood of blood and tears pour from the depths of my heart...

When I see you laughing and smiling and happy with something that isn't me...

It's not always a numb, cold, hostile prison of despair.. Not always...

Like, when I tell you I love you as you're ripping my heart into pieces right in front of me...

When I sit in silence for hours, trying to make myself into someone you want.

An ocean's waves aren't always harsh, wild, and destructive...

Sometimes it's surface is soft and rippled, gently lapping at the shoreline;

Despite the horrors of it's depths...

Reviews

[AJ Thompson]

Loved the bit about the oceans waves tapping the shoreline and how that isn't always representative of what's happening below the surface. Are you making these into poems or are these just some thoughts you jotted down? Either way I enjoyed reading.

[Sierra Erway]

Thank you so much! These were really just some thoughts I was having, but my thoughts usually come in poetic form. I am glad you enjoyed them though!