Have you ever cried yourself to sleep and woken up happy?
Crying lonely melodies
that only sad souls can hear.
No one understands,
But you know
you're needed here.
Pillows soften the impact
But they will not catch your fall.
You know that sleep
won't fix everything,
But it's hard
to do anything at all.
Little broken heart pieces,
Shattered on your bed.
They look just like glass,
But it's the dark thoughts
from your head.
You fall asleep anyways,
Not caring
If you get any cuts.
And it's careless
when you do this,
It's not because of guts.
Your dreams are no longer friendly,
They are most likely nightmares.
But you don't try
to wake up from them,
You feel like nobody cares.
Yet
You wake up in the morning,
And bask in sunlight.
The tears have dried
on your face
And you wonder if..
Maybe everything will be alright.
A pretty poem with words
Strung fancily, dancing
Across the screen
Can't describe
The heart ache and pain
That putting yourself together again
Gives you
It's like
Singing yourself
A quiet lullaby
With a noose around your neck
Although maybe it's
Not quite so impossible
If you do it for yourself
And yourself only
Maybe then
You can put yourself together again
With out the distractions of others
Humpty Dumpty sat on the wall,
Humpty Dumpty had a great fall,
All the kings horses and all the kings men,
Couldn't put Humpty back together again.
Who says you can piece your self back together?
If you brake, if you truly shatter you never could, never can.
In pieces on the floor, some in hatred, some in love, in loathing, happiness, fool. My self cracked, my emotions scattered, my life becoming nothing more than a hole.
I try to pick them all up, place them back in the puzzled called me, but some don't quite fit anymore.
I'm not the same, some parts must be shaved, and some left lost on the floor.
Living
Hot peppers
Chowing down
Until I bleed
I choke down more feeling
Although my throat
Is peeling like my bedroom ceiling
I hadn't felt the need
To wash my body
Or eat last night
Put up a fight
Because I'm feelin low
I'll say
"It's just another day in paradise"
Another cost of living
"When it rains, put on a coat"
Feel the warmth of false hope
At least it'll keep the rain out
That's exactly as it seems
To have such childish dreams
And I'll walk on down the hall
Dancing on
In my one man ball
Cause' this is the only room
Where I'm free
Missing some pieces
When you fall apart, there's nothing you can really do. Once it starts , you're screwed. You can't stop it, only prolong it. You can't really fix it till you've completely fallen apart. When every piece of you is laid out on the cold hard ground. For a long while , you feel like absolutely nothing. A nobody . A nothing. You're just there , but you don't feel like you're there. You just have to be. You struggle , cry, get mad , depressed, and break down more than ever before . Except , it doesn't even matter. All you're feelings are dull. You don't really care how tomorrow goes. Just as long as you can get it over with. Then one day you decide you're ready to heal ; be put back together. You put on a fake smile , you try to tell your self if you think you're fine and okay that you'll eventually believe it. Until , sadly, you realize that's not how it works. You have to first find all your pieces , then slowly try and put them together. Turning each piece around and around, flipping it over trying to make it fit . Try to find where it goes. You have to commit to actually trying everyday at something. Start with something simple, like actually waking up before its night again. Or actually wearing clothes that match , and make you look like an actual civilized person ; instead of a person living in a box. You can't think about sad things. They just bring you back down. You have to think your happiest thoughts . You have to try and be happy. But it's not easy and it doesn't really work like that. It's more like an up and down roller coaster for a year or two before you finally feel back together , like you're pieces are all in their original place .. But that's not how it is. You never really heal. You're never fully put back together. Any negative thing at all that brings up the thought of what tore you apart piece by piece , just pulls you apart a few pieces at a time. It will always be easier to fall apart then be put back together. But truth is , you're always going to be missing some pieces ; you'll never truly be put all the way back together.