You've already been in there for way too long.

"I'm a poet, and you'll be my muse." He said.
"Only if I can spend an eternity with you." She said.
But she didn't know the blossom flowers could die

You can't raise Hell with a saint.

Even if I did live in my head,
You'd still be there.
Whenever I'm scared, I remind myself that you wouldn't want me to be scared, so then I remember;
I know that I'll be okay anywhere.

Can I unsubscribe from gender?

I just want to be the one, to speak her name as mine.

"I still can't really explain it,
But have you ever seen all the firework go off at the same time at new years eve?
That's what it feels like to kiss you, and it gets better every single time."

Paris was kinda fun
Going home tomorrow.
Can't really post an actual poem right now, but they'll be back soon.
Love you :)) <3

******* addiction.
******* depression.
******* pills.
******* alcohol.
******* love.
******* suïcide.
******* Truth.
Why me?

Oh ****,
no teacher in the classroom

When I die,
Will you go to hell with me,
Or will you wait paitiently for Heaven?

I'm here

And here we are again
You're the one that I want
But stil you can't
We can't
I hate you
I love you
I disgust you
And I want you
People say
It's called love
I doubt it

For everyone who needs it. Y'all better take care of yourselves, I love you.

First thing, If you think you're going to self-harm, make sure that there are people around. Meet up with a friend, walk around town, go to a shop, or even just go into the living room with your family. If you're not alone, you can't self-harm. You can also call a friend, whatever it takes to not be alone.

Second, listen to some music, watch a movie. Silence is a killer. Put on some relaxing piano music if you're having a kind of anxiety attack. If you're not being that anxious, maybe listen to some of your favorite (upbeat, happy) songs. You don't even have to sing along.

Smiling. Smiling, even forced, actually makes you feel better. Look in the mirror and tell yourself you look beautiful, that your smile is great, and give yourself some compliments. Even a little. Just, smile?

Writing it down helps too. Even if it's stupid. Just, write down whatever. Not just your feelings, but things like jokes, happy song lyrics, something nice someone said to you, whatever.

If you have an instrument, play it. Just, pluck the chords or smash some random keys. Same with drawing, you don't have to be good at it, just draw. You have to be busy, and actually do things physically.

Working out could help too. You'll be fit, and you'll feel better.

Draw/paint/write on the place you want to harm. Make happy stuff there, so you'll be reminded of good things.

Analyze movies, songs, beats, behaviour of people on soaps, whatever.

Do chores. Another "keep busy" thing, but it works. Your house/room will be clean, which will make you feel better. If you can't clean, just organize something.

Make yourself some food or a nice drink.
Focus on different things.
(Or message me of course)

If you really can't resist the urge;
You can shoot an elastic band at your arm or rub paper against your skin.

If you eventually end up harming yourself with scissors, a knife, razor blades, whatever. MAKE SURE IT'S CLEAN. I can't stress it enough. If you decide to self-harm, you don't want it to infect.

What NOT to do;
- Shower. (You'll see all the places you wanna harm, there are razor blades around and sitting in the shower for too long will make you feel sad)
-Listen to sad songs. (They'll make you feel worse)
-Lie down. (If you're active, you're more likely to be happy. Don't lie down. You'll sink down, mentally and physically. Even if you just stand up and walk around the house that'll make you feel better)

What
-            Even
    .     Is
a                  poem

Why do we always run away from love,
And then wonder why we're so dark inside?

Not today

...

Because my poems are always depressed,
I tried to write something happy for you.
~
Depression returns.
~
Half of our converstations
Is laughter.
~
And I was figuring out,
If your laughter was a mask too sometimes.
~
And I broke through,
But it wasn't
~
Hapiness stayed.
~
I helped you write your first poem,
The motto:
~
Never give up,
Don't be sad.
~
And I wonder
If you'll ever
~
See trough the eye,
of a true poet.
~
And if you'll never,
Stay sad.
~
And if you'll ever,
Keep going

...

II - The High Priestess

You're filled with mystery and knowlegde
Full of spiritual love, and youth
You use your heart and not your mind
To find the answers and the truth

Yet you keep the secrets locked
Painful gossip fills the air
Your thoughts irrational and self destructive
You must learn how to share

Not so sorry

Hello there.
Same sentence,
Different voice.
But I want to hear yours.
I dreamed about you last night.
Not really a surprise.
Just desire.
What?

[16:25, 9/24/2019] You: I read your letter
[16:26, 9/24/2019] You: and I also can't communicate so taht's good
[16:26, 9/24/2019] You: but I love you too

[16:26, 9/24/2019] Me: How do you make me so happy, it's unhealthy??

[16:27, 9/24/2019] You: literally though, talking to you makes me feel like I'm drunk, or high
[16:27, 9/24/2019] You: but in a good way

[16:27, 9/24/2019] Me: Finally someone who understands

[16:27, 9/24/2019] You: awww
[16:28, 9/24/2019] You: I wanna kiss you
[16:28, 9/24/2019] You: I want that so badly

[16:28, 9/24/2019] Me: I'm not gonna stop you.

[16:28, 9/24/2019] You: are you sure?

[16:28, 9/24/2019] Me: Yes. Really sure.

[16:28, 9/24/2019] You: I have no experience whatsoever
[16:29, 9/24/2019] You: I probably **** at kissing, jsut warning ya

If you wanna know,
There's still a picture of you in my room.
I just always tell people it's because my best friend is on it too.
Little do they know.

Just because it didn't last forever,
Doesn't mean it was a mistake.

I still keep waiting every day
For one of your poems to appear,
Because that's all I have left of you now.

I thought I was clean,
After 5 months no drugs and alcohol.
I thought I was safe,
After six months of not hurting myself.
Guess I was wrong.
Whatever.

I fell in love with my best friend a while ago,
And I scraped my knees while falling.

I haven't fully recovered yet.
It still hurts a lot.

Falling hurts,
Especially falling on a stone road.

I like being in love,
Just not when I'm able to.

I know she doesn't want me,
I've made peace with that already.

Sometimes I wonder,
Does she know that I exist?

I never really fell out of love,
I learned to ignore it.

It's like she's charming me with magic,
A little more magic every day.

I fell in love with my best friend a while ago,
And it still hurts a bit.

I used to think you were just beautiful,
I didn't know you at all.
And I stil don't know you now.
But for your mind, I did fall.

"Where are you?" I asked.
"Existing between stanzas." You simply replied.
I never asked what it meant,
And I still think about it 'til today.
But I never thought to look it up,
Because little do I know,
You never wanted me to.

Yes, I can write forever about you.
But pens run out of ink sometimes.

Sorry, I was 9 notes behind. The other 8 will be posted today/tomorrow.
Ily

Study
Study
Study
Eat
Sleep
LEAVE

The wifi didn't work again.
The poems I missed will be posted soon
<3

But I can't figure out what it is.

If you're sad
Say 'stroopwafel'

have a nice day bro's

So I'm on a vacation for 3 weeks so my poems will be quick scribbles.
Thanks for understanding :)
Love you ( as a friend )

Some people
Make you feel like home
In their arms
You can pretend you don't have
Those feelings
For that person
With that eyes
And that face
And that voice
That feels good

Even if you barely know them
It doesn't matter what they do
They are safe
They are every good feeling in this world
They are love
In their arms
You can escape
Escape reality
For a few seconds
Because you are
Comfortable
Safe
Home
Even if you can't
Can't love them
If you aren't supposed to

But it's something about
That one person
Those eyes
Hiding everything i want
Like nothing else
Those lips
Have that thing that just
Makes me want to kiss them
Like nobody else
That hair
And the way it flicks around her pretty face
In a messy ponytail

You can act like it isn't there
And make everyone believe it
Yoú can believe it, convince yourself
But still
I just want
Her
Those eyes staring in mine
Those lips making out with me
That hair to be played with by my fingers
That i was the one to touch her cheekbones
To be the one to speak her name as mine

Just for
Her
All i ever wanted
You have felt the same
Haven't you

But
You
Can't
Feel
Like
home
There

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I put alcohol in my tea
Help

Hide everything.
Words, Thoughts.
Feelings, Cuts.
Good thoughts are spoken.
Bad thoughts are thought.
Letters written,
Emotions bestowed.
Never show,
Never tell.
Hide my poetry,
No one needs to know how I feel.

I have a thing with the colour purple,
It always has something to do with the bad things in my life.
The person with the profile picture,
The purple LGBTQ+ flag.
The purple walls of your room,
The purple flowers with my blood on them.
Not like anyone notices,
It's probably just my imagination.
I 'aint ever going back to that dark place tho.