The Weeping poem

She sits on her window seal trying to cope with things

Her life feels as it is all over as her heart beats in pain

The lies that has been told has broken each and every string

She has tried to cope and cope and cope again and again and again 

There is nothing that will fix her heart broken strings 

So she sits against the window pane trying to clear it all

there is a bottle sitting beside her and she knocks it right off

It falls almost 5 stories down and smashes when it hit the ground

She turns around and there was a bright light beaming down

Lots of commotions happening all around 

People running and screaming “CAN WE GET SOME HELP!!” 

There is one thing I didn’t tell you during this 

She was already dead. 

Dead inside

The tear roll down my face
my depression kicks in
I'm such a mess
a beautiful tragedy that
is broken
More blood
more tissue
More tears
repeat each
day life is like
blade it comes
in stabs you and
repeats
rips things
apart till
there's nothing
left

Dead Flowers...

Flowers bloom and bloom
they rot down and so new
ones can grow, just like
we tear ourselves down
to rebuild. Flowers can
get hurt and destroyed
just like we can, they
are just like us alive
till something chops
them down. At times
we do not regrow
we do not rebuild
we try to cope with
our wounds...
The wounds are
are reminder that
it all can happen again
and again and again
until it is their time to go

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Everything 

Everything doesn’t feel real touch

 it’s all in your imagination  

this is all a dream we are all inside your head

 can’t you 👀 it’s all nothing but a memory 

just close your eyes go to 💤 

there’s nothing to fear but life itself 

But this is the end of the poem 

 there’s no time 

  left to continue

 so this  is how it’ll end

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Fear of the ⚰️ 

Sittin in this empty room 👀 

 my mind flutter across the page

 of my memory and listening to 

 the slow moans of the ⚰️>

 the embracing arms of the cold ⚰️

that stalks me every step

 I take and

💤 with me even when

 I’m ignoring their presence

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
YOU.

You treat me horribly I’m 19 

I should have freedom but I don’t you’re trying 

to keep me under your wing But you’re wrong 

 it’s not gonna work I’m ready to go ready to leave

  I can’t stand it here you yell cuss and try to fight 

You threatened to hit me You try to scare me but you don’t

 Try breaking me now I have someone who will help me stand 

You’re not ready for me to go but watch me leave

Your not gonna win 
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Ripping on the inside

My heart feels like its been ripped out of my chest

the pain throbs and throbs and throbs 

the tears are rolling down my face 

as there is a frog in my throat 

I am so confused of what to do 

where to go

I am so confused 

everything feels so 

shattered so broken

I am hurting on the inside 

I am hurting on the out 

this is so unreal 

this depression 

its got a hold of me 

all I can do is cry 

I stress, I worry 

its all crashing down

all around 

I don't know what to do

As it all falls around me....

Everything is falling and breaking

I can’t catch it all nor put it back together

I’m so broken and torn, doesn’t matter how many times you put me back

together I still shatter….

I’m so emotional

But i guess this is it

Postpartum

The things they tried to warn me about

The thing that's broken me into pieces

Holding on with the little strength I have left

As I finish breaking to pieces

With my family by my side as I crumble apart

While I watch them grow i can’t give up I have to

Much to lose