And it hurts a lot when you say her name,

it hurts I couldn’t even keep sane..

it hurts how unfair it all seems to be

when will you have your eyes on me?

 

It hurts when I see you hurting because of her

it hurts when I see you smile over her

it hurts to feel like a nobody compared to that girl

when I am willing to be by your side forever.

 

It hurts that you just take me for granted

to get everything you wanted

for I’m just another friend to you

and she’s just everything you need..

 

 

It hurts. It hurts a lot.

It’s dark inside

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I’ve tried so hard to hide the emptiness I’ve been feeling inside

Masked myself with a smile, that everyone seems to buy..

You haven’t seen the real me if you haven’t seen my scars,

You don’t know me at all if you don’t know that I’m on the edge of a cliff and been longing to fall

You can’t call me beautiful if you haven’t seen the way I stare at another girl with a flicker of jealousy in my eyes

You can’t tell me that my eyes shine like stars if you haven’t seen my tear-stained pillows at night

You can’t tell me how smart I am if you haven’t seen how desperate I look in class

Outside I may look happy but deep inside of me is a ball of depression, insecurities and anxiety created by the demons in my head.

The Painting

photo not mine
photo not mine

A drop of water dripped through the roof,
And landed on her eyes below;
On the eyes of a woman-a beautiful, young woman,
Who had been crying since ages ago.
But no one could feel her, caress her, or heal her,
Or cry with her in her pain:
Because her eyes were just oil, dipped in white canvas
And she was just a painting, and it was beginning to rain.

This poem’s not mine but I think it’s beautiful. It was written by someone I’ve talked to (online) before.

Two Artists

Photo not mine
Photo not mine

She’s a writer

He’s a painter.

He believes the galaxy is her

She never believed in happy ever after;

He believes in the kindness inside her

She never believed in herself;

He painted the stars in her eyes

While she wrote him a story of lies;

He saw her as a masterpiece

She thinks he’s too good for her

She tried to push him away

harsh words she would say

Until one day

The painter met a fairer maiden

Kindness and elegance she effortlessly portrays

She let him draw her using brush of cares and paints of laughters

As their world draws closer

The loneliness grew on the heart of the writer

She never thought it would be as resentful

She sees how the maiden love the painter

She sees how the painter draws the entire universe just for her

She never wanted to ruin it

A love that was supposed to be hers

A romance of two of hearts

A story of her own solitary

A once upon a time for the two artists

And a happily ever after for the painter and the maiden

That was remorsely written by her

Hope and Darkness and the Girl

There was once a girl, who had a friend named Darkness

Following her wherever she goes

And making everything a mess

One day, she met Hope.

Darkness and Hope became her bestfriends

They go with her wherever she goes.

Darkness filled her with uncanny thoughts

Telling her she’s never good enough and that the world will be better off without her

Alongside with Darkness is Hope

Reminding her of her worth

Filling her minds with the light that was extinguished by Darkness.

She loved and hated both

Hope was always by her side whenever Darkness tries to empty her

Darkness was always by her side whenever Hope tries to fill her

There came a time that she needed to choose between the two

“Choose me, and you’ll never be sad again, I’ll empty everything out, I’ll end every suffering.” said Darkness

“Choose me, and I’ll light your path, I’ll let you feel again and I’ll give you a chance.” said Hope

The girl was torn

Between not feeling everything and having another chance

Convinced by the thought that whatever she choose wouldn’t matter

She pulled the trigger

And as she bleed

She saw Darkness slowly eating up Hope’s light

She remembered every moments Hope gave her

Every smile from a stranger

The loving caress from her mother

But it’s too late

Darkness has already won over her

Love

Love is like the river that flows

On different paths it will go

For love is a mystery indeed

For those who don’t seek and find

Love is in scattered places 

In the wooden home of a fair young woman

In the battle, on the lips of a loving man

In the eyes of the children

For true love they could find and see

Love is a great thing

Peace and calmness it would bring

It is mysterious in ways

But it would reveal itself

To those who believe in its face.

Girl in the mirror

Girl in the mirror
(photo not mine)
(photo not mine)

On the darkest days of life

On the brightest days of time

She’ll be the one who’ll help you

She’s beautiful..

You just have to see through..

In the mirror you could see

The one who’ve been fighting for you

Yes, you are the hero of yourself

You just have to believe to be saved..