darkness, poetry

What If I Died ?

what is I told you

I wanted to die?

That I’m tired of living 

of being alive

 

what if I said

it gets worse at night?

The thoughts get louder

and nothing is right

 

what if I lied

and said everything was alright ?

No, I am not crying

I swear I am alright

 

 

what if I died ?

I doubt you’d even cry 

would you even care

If I took my own life ?

                                              (author unknow found on pinterest)

its a dark poetry relating to someone deepest feelings and emotions and so i thought to share it anyone who is going through this phase sometime in there life  must have felt like this but i just want to say do not give up to you , to  me , and anyone suffering this cause your precious more than diamonds, does not matter if someone knows this at least you should know this, and my teacher once told me

“Be happy and remember worries are born with us we just have to learn to deal with them “

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darkness, love, mature content, poetry, romance

imprison me

have been running for so long

the monsters are chasing me

your my safe heaven

imprison me in your arms

your green eyes are so mesmerizing

hypnotizing me into the fantasy of fairy tales

so charming made for only me

imprison me in your castle

never letting go

love your every imperfection

devil or human my love remains

the same so pure

innocence kills but if its you

then nothing matters

imprison me in your arms forever

  sacrificing my freedom is what i desire

so imprison me in your arms forever

broken hearts, darkness, dreams, feelings, pain, poem, poetry, relationships

BROKEN

so thin like a thread

broken with a storm

how long can it last ?

the love between me and you

weak like a wood

burned with fire

ashes left behind

flying in the sky

at least they got freedom

the story of our turned into regrets

the loud screams,anger,hatred

shattering the glass castle

which took a hundred years to be  made

trust ,romance,passion were essence of what we shared called love

whats left are scars on souls

words turned into arguments

arguments turned into fights

were we meant to be like this ?

we were meant to be one soul

so broken am I

can love hurt this much

love gone hatred left

broken yet alive

breaking everything we shared into a memory

darkness, freedom, mature content, poetry

SADIST AND MASOCHIST

break me , hate me , kiss me

i will still love you

maybe i love pain

does it make me a masochist

or someone crazy in love

you love to inflict pain

making you a sadist

does it make you an abuser

don’t know what is right or wrong

but i can’t lose you

lit the matches and watch me burn

your addicted to inflicting pain

and i am addicted to you