deep poem

I sat there,
falling in love
with every ounce of who you are
just at the sound of your voice.
—  E. Grin, phone calls
You kissed me and I tasted the sky.
—  E. Grin, i think i’m addicted to the stars.
Have you ever came so close to Actually killing yourself, that you felt a sense of amazement. Amazed that you are living your last day, your last hour…your last minutes.
So you stand there, and look around observing your surroundings, saying to yourself “this is the last thing I’m gunna see” and then you start praying to God or who ever you believe in. Asking them to please make sure you make it home. But your attempted suicide somehow failed.
Now look around where ever you are, and who ever you are.
Look around and say to yourself “I’m still here” if your reading this, your still here…
Live life like theirs no tomorrow, but also, prepare yourself for a long future. Because you never know when you are truly going to die.
Your smile is a drug, and I’m completely addicted.
I’m okay
until somebody asks
how I am,
because my voice ends up cracking
as I try to say
everything is fine.
—  E. Grin, I’m in pain but nobody knows.

I’ve learned that you cannot make someone love you. All you can do is be someone who can be loved. The rest is up to them. I’ve learned that no matter how much you care, some people just don’t care back. And it’s not the end of the world. Wish them well and move on with your life.

I don’t wanna pretend to be happy anymore, this fake smile is starting to hurt my cheeks .
I don’t wanna think about the future, because I know it’s nothing but bleak.
I don’t wanna leave this house anymore, I don’t even wanna leave this bed.
I don’t wanna be awake anymore, all I hear is this chaos in my head.
I don’t wanna breath anymore, Im just better off dead.
—  My vanishing hope