Hurry I am afraid,
I don't want to be alone,
I don't want to suffer.
Hurry come and save me once more,
be the place I can call home,
I don't want to die alone.
Hurry I cannot breath,
everything that I can see is unfamiliar to me,
I don't know what I know,
but I'm almost certain,
I don't want to be alone.
You're the only person I trust,
I long for someone to save me,
how I need someone to save me.
Hurry be that someone,
hurry I'm shaking,
I don't want to die alone.
Hurry now, make the loneliness disappear,
I can't stand not having you around,
without you I'll forever be alone.
So hurry,
please,
hurry.
I'm a 24year old Philosophy professor from Macedonia that usually writes poetry and short stories that help me express my feelings towards people, events, life in general. Every person in the poems is a combination of traits from the people I know. Follow me on Blogarama
24 February, 2018
Please hurry
Labels: Stories, Poems 'n stuff
afraid,
alone,
comfort zone,
death,
depression,
depressive,
hurry,
love life,
old crush,
teen life,
unfamiliar
18 February, 2018
Poem written by B.L.M.
My depression, and my anxiety are dating. I'm a third wheel and they take me everywhere they go. I'm always a third wheel in the theatre, restaurant and I'm the best third wheel when I'm at home. All by myself.
Labels: Stories, Poems 'n stuff
alone,
anxiety,
anxious,
dating,
depression,
third wheel
01 February, 2018
Apple of anguish
Emotions covering,
and I'm suffering,
and I can't stand this.
I'm calling your name,
late at night,
when I'm alone,
I put up the biggest fight.
You were a forbidden fruit,
even your name implyed it,
I loved you, I still do,
and I can't hide that.
You are the apple,
not because I regret it,
but because I can never have it.
I try to act as if I don't care,
but all I do is just think of you.
As the time waves off the opportunities,
I can only hope that one day,
maybe one day,
I'll be free of this suffering,
that one day,
our paths will collide,
one day,
maybe one day...
and I'm suffering,
and I can't stand this.
I'm calling your name,
late at night,
when I'm alone,
I put up the biggest fight.
You were a forbidden fruit,
even your name implyed it,
I loved you, I still do,
and I can't hide that.
You are the apple,
not because I regret it,
but because I can never have it.
I try to act as if I don't care,
but all I do is just think of you.
As the time waves off the opportunities,
I can only hope that one day,
maybe one day,
I'll be free of this suffering,
that one day,
our paths will collide,
one day,
maybe one day...
Labels: Stories, Poems 'n stuff
alone,
Asocial,
depression,
forbidden fruit,
Love,
old crush,
regret,
teen life
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