Poetry
#1
“Your words sound mellifluous they turn into tiny swords that live in my heart to pierce it slowly and wholly
For your words go through great lengths to keep me ashore the sea of lies that you have been drowning in for a while
Oh listen to that melody turning cacophonous as it reaches my ears
Oh what is it that you tried to feed to me this night
More of that pretence that is we call our small happy life together
You are but a reflection of an untrue sight that I am no longer going to be deceived by for my heart is too heavy to keep living this lie”
#2
I’m starting to get scared of living this thing called life.
I know I should be grateful, but I can’t, maybe because I’m not strong enough.
Because nights feel empty and incessant, my insides screaming for something meaningful.
I’m too scared to live, as I don’t know how to get through the days without losing my mind.
I’m too scared to not live, as I don’t want to miss out if I cease to exist.
It’s a constant struggle between wanting to live to the fullest and not wanting to get up from my sleep.
The thought of being old without aim or purpose makes my blood curdle.
The thought of being young but dead on the inside makes me panic.
My mind wanders to faraway lands, but my body stays in the same exact place.
I crave freedom the same way I need water, but how can I be free when my mind won’t let me be?
