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With Time.

​Shamed because of her opinions, her race , her size, her face.

Shamed by strangers, by apparent friends, by other and by family.

She who once saw her obstacles as a phase.

Was now hiding in plain sight aimlessly.

With time, all the unusual stereotypes grew on her.

Not long enough.

​The sun had just started to rise,

He’d been up a while, looking at his child’s mother,

thinking how his decision was indeed wise.

It had always been her and no other.
They’d been luckier than most he knew,

but he was still sad, it all happened so fast.

Memories without her in his mind were few,

But he craved for more, as the pain in his chest told him this would be his last.

Yet again.

​”Don’t look back. The past is dangerous and you have to live in the present.” Her mind whispered.

But all she could hear was her heart beating in the rhythm of their song, and in the blink of an eye, she gave up her future to live in the past with him.

Barely Sane. 

​I’ve become like a walking corpse.

I smile, I talk, I laugh, I cry.

But all the while I’m dead inside.

I inflict pain upon myself to feel.

And in a weird way, when I’m tearing apart my skin with the tip of a blade, is the only time I feel alive.

It’s the only thing that allows me to know that I can still feel.

The insanity in what I do is what keeps me sane.

Can’t Miss That Smile.

​I see you desperately try to catch a glimpse of her.

And I see your smile when she returns your glance.

All the while wanting to pry my eyes out.

But still, not wanting to miss seeing you happy.

Pain.

​The pain washes over me like a tsunami.

I can feel me heart break and shatter to an uncountable number of pieces.

And your completely oblivious.

I’m breaking slowly.

My nightmares and reality have become one.

I’ve shut everyone out only no one cares.

I thought that I’d shut myself off trying to be invisible. Only to realise I needn’t try at all as I was invisible to everyone except in their time of need all along.

Now I’m just a worthless piece of scrap no one seems to have any use for.

And all these revelations send me deeper into the depths of depression.

Only, No one is there to pull me out.

21.

I would have done anything for you,

but that isn’t how I know that my love was pure.

The day I helped you get the girl you loved,

though it killed me to do so is how I know.

You and I may be history now and I’ve moved on,

but dark times are ahead of me and I may get lost.

It is at times like these when I recap on my feelings for you,

knowing I experienced love at its purest is my flashlight to make it out alive.

My heart is whole again with no thanks to you,

I’ve recovered from all you put me through.

I remember when you said to me ” Not now, give me time, give me till you’re 21.”,

Now I’m left with 21 scars reminding me of you.

 

 

 

 

Sit Tight.

Everyday is brand new,

filled with adventure and fun.

I spend this time with my few,

taking all life has to offer under the sun.

My life is like a roller coaster ride,

which way it’ll turn I’m unaware.

And I stay still without taking a side,

letting all the haters bitch and stare.

Letters.

​There are so many things I wish I’d said when I had the chance.

I wish I would’ve told you that I love you.

I wish I would’ve told you that your the only one I want.

I wish I could’ve tell you, I don’t regret any of our memories, the good, the bad, I love it all.

That I didn’t mind getting hit by the lighting as you were the thunder.

Now I sit here writing everything I didn’t say in the letters you will never see.

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