The depression is killing,
And I’m done can I just quit,
But I can’t just leave,
This life is tough I can see it,
I’m an addict of its evil,
Cause even when I’m choking I still struggle to breath,
My hope is declining,
A blunt is what I need,
This life is so tiring,
My heart is on a speed,
I think I need more canabis,
Just help me fucking breathe,

I wonder if I’m high now,
I wonder if I’ll be fine now,
I wonder what’s next when the sky is down,
Can’t you see I’m tired?
My eyes look like they’re wired,
My mind is running wild,
My head is always down,
I’d hate for you to see me cry,
So I try to force a smile,
So you’d think I’m really fine,
But the truth I could die,
Any minute from now,


Hi guys

Thank you for the warm welcome. Just wanted to inform you that I’ll be doing a series of poems the title of the series is Diary Of a Broken Girl… I’ll write as much as I can, I’ll try to make it fun, because it’s mostly sad but enjoy 🙃

Diary Of a Broken Girl

It’s not easy to be me,
I try each day to be comfortable in my skin,
I never want it to look like I’m running away from my self,
But dammit I’m trying to love myself.
I need to stop blaming myself for a lot of things,
Cause most of the time I’m not even aware,
I could cut myself some slack, but what the hell?
I’ll be back at it by the end of the night,
So here’s a toast to everything I’ve missed,
I’ll stop reaching out to people that I miss,
I’ll move on and act like this is it,
I’ll have to face my fears cause reality is shit,
Make me a sandwich I’m done watching my weight,
And if i dont have that glorified body,
I think I’ll do just fine,
But at the same time I just want to show that I can be sexy too,
“What’s up with school”
I read a couple lines and I dropped that book,
I’m fighting to stay alive,
I’m not trying to win a prize,
So take that comparison shit out the back,
I’m tired of hearing who’s next best,
Help me would you lift this load off my back,
I’m trying my hardest best.
I’m Tired of hearing who’s better looking,
I’m tired of hearing whose ass is bigger,
I’m tired of hearing I act a baby,
Just because I didn’t pop the Cheri.



Everybody is running away from something,
When they have their ears plugged in,
I speak of your melody that draws my soul in,
I speak of your words that have those rhythm to it,
And sometimes I know you try to hide it,
But how can you hide what you have already given?
Sometimes I drown even in the mere beat,
You know when the song hasn’t started but your heart is already in it,
You know when the tone speaks louder than the voices in your head,
And at that moment you know you’re already soaked in.
Your lyrics speak of my past life,
That’s why I relate so well to that last line,
And every time I sing it, I sing it like it’s my last time.
Your lyrics speak of another life,
One where I’d love to belong,
You take me on a long journey, a lonely, dark alley, I’ve never trekked before.


Mocking Bird

You’re rising from the Ashes
While you’re stepping on me
Disrespected my feeling’s
While you kept me on read
I know it was no mistake
Because I heard you talk about feelings
Then, you were referring to me,
Now is it her? Or do you have some new lines
You told me you wasn’t ready,
You told her you wanted to settle
Which was it?
Play with my feelings and get away with it?
Or wait…
Maybe I’m just tripping.
I still remember the times you kissed me unawares,
I still remember how you’d stare at me and thinking I wasn’t aware,
And If you ever say that you don’t feel the same way about me?
I’ll go,
But I have one question,
Why me?
Was it convinient to play with my feelings?
Laugh about the fact that I believed in your delusion?
Think about me now and be like ‘damn what was I thinking’?
Now I’m looking for what to fix like I’m the one who’s broken.


He’s Scared

I see him scanning through the room looking at everybody,

Looking through faces he doesn’t know, searching for anybody “where she at?”

He is different I can tell,

He’s new, knew that as well,

He’s tall handsome and fair,

He’s dressed nicely, much like a prince from hell,

His eyes laced with despair, you can tell that he is scared,

Scared of the unknown, scared of what might be next,

Scared of the voices cause they tell him you gon’ be next,

Scared she would be mad, scared she wouldn’t understand,

Scared it wouldn’t last, scared that she might find out,

But that can’t happen, cause she is possibly the only one putting him in check.

Now he asks himself, what am I doing here?

He’d rather be blowing trees and getting lifted,

He’d rather pop pills and pry in his addiction,

He’d rather fantasize than put in work,

And he’ll say “you see it doesn’t really work”.