I feel cold
And alone
When you don't reach for me
But when you reach for me
I feel like a spiky castle
With fire inside
That turns out to be a candle
I have learned
To keep what I know to myself
Like that the dog licked the water spout
But with you
I wish I had never learned that lesson
And I could share something true
I want you to know
That I want to know you
Instead
I run relationships as if it's dark
And my feet are bare
And I'm just hoping not to
Step on a pricker
And maybe that's the way relationships always are
But I put on shoes
Too often
I think you run relationships
Like the grass is pure
Speckled with dande
The Sad Things
It is a terrible thing for a person to lose the will to live.
It is an extremely terrible thing for an artist to lose the will to create...
or a dancer to lose the will to dance...
or a singer to lose the will to sing...
I call these people depressed.
But it is the worst of all, when a child loses the will to dream.
I call these people adults.
No matter how hard we try,
We will inevitably be forced by social conditioning to turn into adults.
That is a sad thing.
But lucky for the world, there are
Please don't let him bring you down
I don't want to watch you waste away
I wish I could run to your arms
And promise you a better day
I want you to surrender
The awful games you play
Just for once in your life
I wish you'd ask me to stay
I watch you from my window
As you give into his demand
I know you just want to be "cool"
And you think I don't understand
But as the days fly past
And I wait for your call
I start to think you don't care
Because I'm nothing at all
Then I get depressed
And slowly wither away
I can think of nothing else
Except that one day
When you told me I was yours
And you loved me true
Now I look in th
I am here
But where is here?
Is here a real place?
Or just a man made device?
How is it that I am?
Am I everything that I think I am?
Or is this all just in my head?
No one knows
No one is real
People are just electronical signals in our brains
As are feelings and sensations
Everything is man made
What is intelligence?
Is it our understanding of our surroundings?
Or the ability to remember?
Or to learn?
No I am not here
No one is
Just a figment of our imagination
Is the place we call the world
Emo?
is it really that bad?
you cant accept the fact
that i get a little sad?
that i am a little mad?
so i favor black
and i dont like pink
you use those as reasons
to make my soul sink
so some of us cut
and some of us dont
we can smile
laugh love and live
we're just not like the rest
sure we cry
we want to die
but none of you understand
its not like we had planned
to live life like this
to spend our days
depressed and amiss
we're not bad people
we dont worship satan
we're not out to kill anyone
we just dont like the world
as much as everyone else
and we dont like ourselves
as much as we could
but we're ok with tha
sneaky kisses
and lies told to hide
where i go, to do what i do
public displays of affection,
but please god
dont let my friends be here
not ashamed
just scared
of the stupid repercussions
two metres back
dont worry
no kisses here
a subtle hand, resting subtly
next to mine
barely touching, but it means so much
little secrets
bigger lies
but the biggest...
love?
heart?
freedom?
all of the above
right?
I want you to be jealous.
I want to hurt you.
I want you to hurt just like me
Because if your this pathetic and broken
If you want to bleed as much as I do
Then I know you wont throw me away.
I just cant make myself hurt you.
I guess I love you too much.
God fucking dammit.
The things you think you know by IamJaneDoe, literature
Literature
The things you think you know
You know I do too much
You know I overreact
And
You know its all for you.
You know I hate myself.
You know that I feel too much pain
But
You dont know I do it to keep you.
You know, that I bleed.
You know that I need you.
And
You know I love you
You know Im terrified.
You know I cry.
But
You dont know its because I love you.