My Blouse Is Stained

My blouse is stained

I haven't changed it since yesterday

Not stained with dirt

But the tears that you steer

Till I'm broken and can't see clear

Are you satisfied?

Stuck on my phone

its getting late

And my eyes a sore

From the bright light, it emits

Like my burning desire for all of this to end

I can't fall asleep

I won't fall asleep again to your voice

Or dream of you again

Will you hold me like a child

Till the thunder quiets done

Till the darkness becomes light

It's Sunday but its still not the end of my pain

You're stained in my heart

I'm bleeding out on my blouse

Again.

I can't stop crying. I cry, cry, cry and cry untill my eyes are sore but you're never a bore. So I'll cry till dawn and pray to god on my knees to answer my call. For you, my love. Please, be mine.

At times, I'm allowed to be not okay, and my feelings are as significant as anyone else's. But why do I keep punishing myself for feeling this way?

…..is there an escape? Is there somewhere.

-An Open Diary

If you hold me without hurting me, you'll be the first whoever did.

Young forever

My hairs stand tall from the thought of you

You fill the empty space once filled with tears

This burdened soul can not house another

My heart is heavy and stained with pain

You look at me with bleeding eyes, mine colder than ice

Emotionless but you make me feel alive

But I'm still distant in confined solitude

I want to see your point of view

Maybe then I could love me too

You're crescent moon eyes and crooked front teeth are my favourite

Never hide that beautiful smile

It brings light to my day