DONE WITH YOU

im sick of crying tears no one hears
im sick of the nightmares everyone fears
im sick of the love i felt for you
now im just sick, sick of you
im falling apart
my worlds coming down
theres nothing left
no more sound
the screaming has ceased
my heart is numb
im done feeling
im done
im done

Life or Death

I live for the sunrise
I die when it sets
I live to fall in love
i die when that doesnt happen
I live for me and you
i die when this isnt true
i live to be alive
i die without goodybyes
oh sunrise
save me

Ripped Apart

You came into my life
and ripped out my heart
i thought you were the one
you tore me into 2 pieces
and laughed at the sun
you laughed at me
i was another pawn in your story
where am i now that you dont exist?
alone and sad
life in a twist
bleeding sunsets of dreams gone array
dreams fading and waiting for me to die

Gone

so many friends lost
and none of them care
they dont want me
no one for me there
im falling faster into that darkness
im just waiting for another disaster
no one wants to be around
a sad little hobbit
i dont know how long i can hold on
im dying inside
and no one cares
no one waiting for me
EVER

Alone

Im sick of sitting alone
im sick of my home
im sick of how i lock myself up in my room
hacking at an already scarred leg
and arms of unused tissue
why do i do some the things i do?
why do i feel so alone in a world
where everyone has someone?
why cant that be me?
the little hobbit girl with somebody?

Purple Skies

Purple of my heart
bleeding dreams
my soft whimpering for somewhere to belong

purple of my soul
looking to the sunrise
waiting for my princess to come

purple of my eyes
look to the sky
watching in awe at how beautiful you are

Her

Dripping sunrise
watching me grow.
waiting for her to come
wanting to know
where is my princess
is she looking at the same sunrise?
why is she standing
staring at the sun
where is she now that i want her?
where has she gone?

Death to me and no one cares

bleeding sunset
sunrise of my dreams
bleeding my blood
watching me scream
waiting for the cold blade
to strike my skin down.
willing comes the blood
up from underneath
dying dying
cold and deep
wanting to not exist
wanting to leave this place
hating myself
breaking my face
falling apart
piece by piece
watching me fall
into a deep deep sleep
covered in my blood i feel so beautiful

my poetry journal is finally up and running.

finally. it will be updated when i feel in the mood.

loves.

~Hobbit~