Reader. Writer. Romantic.

Posts tagged ‘feeling down’


If you want me to stay
Give me a reason
I need to know I’ll always be your first priority
That you’d be willing to drop everything
To come to my aid

I need to know that you will push me to greater height
But not beyond my breaking point

Prove to me that you would
Choose me
Defend me
Protect me

If you can’t do that
If you won’t do that
Then I will walk
Because I learned years ago
A man does not define me

I don’t need him to succeed
To live
To love
I have myself

So give me a reason to keep you in my life
To stay in my life
You must earn it
And deserve it

When I say goodbye

Sometimes I get so discouraged
And I wonder if there is something wrong with me.
Sometimes I give into the pressures of society, parents, friends and family
Because I’m too weak to keep fighting them

Sometimes I get into the car and I think
I’ll never be able to control this
This urge to destroy
This urge not to revert to my natural tension

It’s harder than a word
A thought
Or a sound


Some mornings I wake up alert
Only to find myself fatigued so much so
That I can hardly function

I find my patience wearing thin
The laughter that once laced my words
Replaced with bitter tears
Feelings known only by someone
who has never known the world
And only my heart

Someone who has never left my head
And filled my heart
With wonder and affection

Now I find solace in what never was
Now I find comfort in my dreams
Reality has no place for the likes of me
Theory has always been the place for me
But yet I have never belonged

Neither here
Nor there

I am no philosopher
No academic by the stretch of the imagination
I am an artist
But yet
I am not

My art is mediocre at best
My voice too imperfect
The poetry and stories
Filled with aspirations unrealized

I am to be impartial
Yet I fear to be judged

How can I rule fairly
When I worry about thoughts
And Sounds

How can I be anything great
If I keep on worrying

I feel the pressure to be useful
Even in death
My body will not be my own
But to help those in need

I don’t wish to be remembered
But it’s worse to be forgotten

What legacy will I leave behind?
What have I already done?

What will this world remember when I have gone?
Will materialism consume it all?
And breakdown the world in my heart?

If I have learned anything it is this:
We have created a society where only one can thrive
If you cannot fit into this box
Do not try

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