"My smile is fake today, inside im shaking.My bright eyes dont shine from happiness, they hold back tears of fear and frustration.Im not out walking in the sun to feel it's warmth, Im running away from the pain where I stay.Today is not a good day"
Im numb, there is no rage...
Im numb, no pain to cause my tears.
Tired of this rollercoaster of affection, when family hugs then stabs me..
So tired of hearing, keep the past behind you , move forward..
Only to have my past shoved in my face time and again.
I AM a good person, with a warm heart...and that heart gets hurt alot...
Im numb.. Im tired and I never want to open my eyes to lies of love again.
I am not seen, nor heard.. by WyckedDreamsDesigns, literature
Literature
I am not seen, nor heard..
I am not seen, nor heard..
the silence of my unspoken fears wash away in the darkness.
I am not forgiven only brutally reminded im a mistake,
the harshness of life bears down on me.
I am not seen nor heard, you dont hear my cries at night,
When im alone with my dark thoughts and my haunted past..You never see me.
I am but a ghost...so ignore me.
Reflections within a broken pane.Glass cracked that reflects the broken soul..
Dieing light cascade around me...bring my soul to light so I may witness it's change.
Broken wings that never mend, broken hearts that bleed fresh wounds, cast aside your unending agony and free yourself ..Let the light guide you, fly free hollow empty spirits and find peace.
I wanna come home by WyckedDreamsDesigns, literature
Literature
I wanna come home
"I wanna come home, but have no home to come to.
I wanna spend the day smiling with family, but they are so far away.
The saddness creeps in, beneath the viel of loneliness and solitude..
It steals my breath and breaks my wing,
I trapped in this hell, this breathless void, where tears fall
and heartache sits deep in my soul.
I am alone and all I want...
Is to come home."
Wilting beneath the blazing press of pain..
Agony sweet, like bitter honey left out too long.
Searing fires of throbbing nerves, like claws fresh upon my skin.
I gasp with each new pulse of irritating motion..Head pounding,
Eyes watering.Sound extremely too close, like drums within my ears.Light..Blazing like a thousand suns, to drive me insane.
I feel too heavy, too deeply.Each movement, pure undefined torture..
I am in pain, from within and without..
I stand within the sun, heart warm, soul free...
The feeling of perfection has taken me...
I feel the strength of life, like fire burning in my veins..
The spring is falling on me..taking me to wing.
I feel the earth breathing...the growth of life begins
I hear the winter crying....as he ends.
The morning mists are fading, laying clear the valley below...
On wings of spring Im fying, wings slow.
Harmony has me captured, stealing words from soul to key...
This peace that lies within me has set me free.
Still Beautiful by WyckedDreamsDesigns, literature
Literature
Still Beautiful
Still Beautiful
Im still Beautiful, after all the pain...The shallow words that tore my soul in two..
Im still Beautiful, through the rain, which drenches me heart and drowns me.
I was once loved, like a Maiden who met her knight...Then poisoned by your words..you cut me like a knife..
And yet..Through all the ugly things we have said..Through the pain we give as gifts to a love once strong..
I am still Beautiful and I know one day..you'll see what you lost..And cry the river I cried, the Day I drove away..And you'll know that no sunrise shall see us as one..No day shall break and We'll be together again.
But..I am still Beautiful..And
And it comes to this my friend...the bitter truth to our life's end..
The misery of our past consumes...leaving life so little room.
We have become misguided...by darkness and pain,
Our's lives have become single sided.
We have become trapped in our own rain.
We sleep with the thoughts that dreams will carry us away,
Where freedom and love , in some kingdom lay...
But breath we breath, and eyes do wake,In the morning with the first sigh we take..
And the truth of our bitterness reveals...
Unholy truths and our dieing blood congeals.
We become cold and shadowy, with no way to be free...
And lost and in such sweet misery...
To this