Falling

Falling.
Falling swiftly.
Cautious, yet carefree.
Could this be?
Clouds catch me,
Release me,
Send me floating on.
Constant fluttering.
Childish grin.
Crazy?
Knees growing weaker.
Vision tunneling.
Breathing quickened.
Every minute falling.
Falling gracefully.
Look to waiting arms;
Waiting to catch,
Waiting to save me.
Hold me tight.
Never let me have to fall again.

Darkness

Yesterday will be better than today.
She's constantly living in fear.
Every day may be her last.
Is someone looking through the glass?
Maybe the worst wouldn't be that bad.
A little pity without shame?
Is that really what she pretends to want?
Is she really that starved?
A revelation might save her.
She does not have much to rely on.
She has denied herself much to rely on.
She's always laughing happiness in the face,
saying she will never be able to feel it's joy.
Her world is filled with gray,
her face always buried in the sand.
Kindness cannot pry the grip she has on herself.
Too much darkness in the world.
Is this night darker than the rest?
Will the hands of darkness throw a punch her way?
She hoped she would be so lucky.
At least then she wouldn't be so damn alone.

Nobody

A hopeless nobody always selling herself short,
she doesn't know she's slowly killing herself.
Her head is full of secrets and lies
as her heart swells with fear and disgust.
She hates who she has become.
The deafening sound of her tears hitting the pillow
night after night torments her.
She bottles inside her anger and rage,
never showing her true self to anyone.
Her cover is flawless, this she knows.
She is permanently damaged beyond repair.
Her subtle attempts at happiness fail miserably.
She loathes the world she's chosen for herself.
It's too late. She cannot change.
She is meant to be nothing more than just another
Nobody.

Blind

How can our hearts be so blind to reality?
The heart wants what it shouldn't;
it wants what is repulsed by the mind.
The heart seeks what it can't have
and tortures your every day, your every minute.
The heart so strongly loves,
yet is so easily broken.
The heart gives generously to those it loves
and cries when it does not receive.
The heart heals its wounds and puts up a barrier,
one that falls more quickly than it is built.
The heart triumphs the mind
and creates misery and suffering.
The heart attaches itself to another and remains,
even when the other moves in a different direction.
The heart is capable of feeling everlasting love,
but may never feel this in return.
"Love is grand." ???
Love is Pain. Heartache. Depression.
Love is Tears. Hopelessness. Suicide.
Love is Bloody. Messy. Dirty.
We blindly spend our lives walking around
with our hearts leading the way.
Without ration or intelligence present,
we set ourselves up for unhappiness from the start.

Foolish

I cannot weep,
I cannot feel,
I cannot be who I was before you.
You've stolen my every thought,
my heart, my sanity.
Why must I feel this way for you?
You didn't even care for me that much.
You used me,
took advantage of me,
you lied and made me a fool.
Why would I miss being with you?
Blinded by my own naivity
I let you get away with it all.
Thousands of tears fell
over many days and
I am still mending my broken heart.
I see you and my heart flutters.
What do you think when you see me?
Does it even phase you?
Do you regret the things you did
or didn't do?
If I could know how you feel about everything
I could find closure.
Until then,
my wounded heart will never be repaired.