Invisible

Whispering. Subtle whispers.
But no one hears you.
You pick up a normal tone, it'll be alright.
No one hears you.
You raise your voice a bit now. Just a bit.
No one hears you.
You're screaming your lungs out,
Your lungs short of air,
Your face turning a bright red from the effort,
From the anger, and from the pain.
You're screaming,
But no one hears you.

And they turn towards you,
Towards you,
And they turn right away.

You're there, but invisible. 

My Last Breath

Drowning.

Drowning in this world so cruel,
This world so judgmental
My mind can't stand it any longer.

I need to BREATHE !!

Choking, suffocating,
My lungs are giving up on me,
My heart is panicky
I'm sputtering out water but taking more in.....

Somebody help me !!

I....can't see the surface anymore.
I think this is it.
You don't need water to feel like you're drowning,
Do you !? 

A Cry For Help

Why do we humans define our lives
By such small trivial things !?
When kids, "Oh how many friends do you have !?"
A little older, test scores.
Then how much pocket money we have.
"Oh you don't have a smartphone !!?? Sad."
"I've already like made out with seven guys,
And you not a single one !!??"
"WHAT !? You DON'T smoke !?"
"Lol still not drinking yet !! Grow up !!"

WELL THAT'S THE THING. I DON'T WANT TO.

What happened to those days
Where time with our parents meant the world.
And the only phone a ten year old had was the one he made.
Those days when our grandparents were never to 'old for us'.
And failing was NOT a trend.
Those days when the only beer teenagers would drink was root beer.
And teenagers would have licorice candy instead of cigarettes.
And a girl and a guy could stay friends and at the same time in their limits.
What happened to our innocent hearts
Somewhere between childhood and adolescence !?

They're all personal decisions.
But ask yourself, whether the 7 year old you,
Wanted the you of today to turn out like this.

Depression

Don't let your sorrow
Remain inside of you.
For it will grow,
Deep under your skin,
Into your blood carrying veins
And straight to your heart,
Dragging you further and further down
Into the deep abyss of depression. 

Raging Love

"Shhh. Listen closely" he said,
As he pulled my ear to his chest.
I listened, listened as carefully as I could
To the sound of his heartbeat.
"My heart is an ocean, my love,
And it rages for you."

The Burial

So maybe you did break my heart,
And maybe you were the reason behind my tears,
The cause for my fake but broken smile,
And the one who sucked the happiness out of my life,
But the pen my friend,
Is my mighty tool,
With which I will bury you in the depths of my writing,
On a paper blotted with ink and my sorrowful, last tears.

Lighting Fires

And when someone walks away,
Away from you, away from your life,
Leaving you to fend for yourself,
Each footstep of theirs less audible,
Each footstep crumbling your broken, scarred heart,
Leave them, as easily as they leave you.

They have no right to leave you in the cold,
And get upset when you light your own fires