Trust No One

This is a poem about losing a friend. Sometimes we grieve a friend we lost but sometimes we grieve the friendship that was never there. It makes it difficult for us to open up again, but we need to be open. If we are not, then we lose the chance of making a real friend. 

No one to trust

Nowhere to go
I roam the streets looking
For help, for trust, for someone
To believe me and take me in

My heart is empty and hurt
From the pain of losing you
Losing what I thought was
Trust, hope and a friend

Naïve and stupid, now I trust no one
Are they all lies?

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No Longer Run

I will no longer run after people.
I will no longer seek you out.
I will no longer worry and fret.
I will no longer care.

Life is too short to hold onto people,
Who doesn't want to be held onto.
Life is too short to work about,
Those who don’t worry about you.
Life's too short to seek out,
Those who won’t seek you out. 

I will no longer run after people.
I will no longer seek you out.
I will no longer worry and fret.
I will no longer care.

If I keep telling myself this,
Maybe I will listen.
Maybe I won’t feel bad,
When I am left in the dust.

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Acceptance is the Key

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I worry too much,
About how others see me.
I worry too much,
About whether they like me or not. 
I worry too much,
About what others think.

Why does it matter so much to me?

I say,
It doesn’t bother me.
I put,
On a brave face.
But the truth it,
It does bother me.

I want to move on from these thoughts.
I want to rid myself of the idea,
That everyone has to like me. 

No matter what I say or do, acceptance is the key.
Acceptance of who I am and that I am worthy.

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Always Alone

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Good Friends

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Good Friends

What do you want from a good friend?

What do you expect from a good friend?

A friend should always have your back.

A friend should stand by you and support you.

However, a good friend will support you,

They will also tell you when you are wrong. 

They call you out and give you advice, 

Even if it’s not what you want to hear.

Good friends should be treasured.

Good friends are hard to find.

Don’t be angry with them for telling you the truth.

Be thankful for they are the only ones who truly care.

Support (A Poem About Supporting Others)

Support I give and rarely receive.

How is it the ones closest to you,

Are the ones who don’t support you?

Strangers give you praise and those you love

Wonder why they should.

Why can’t we praise people and support those we love?

Are we only there to support, when times are rough?

Why are those in your corner, not truly there for you?

When they have so much to give when your cards are down, 

But nothing when you achieve your goals. 

I Was Wrong

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I Was Wrong

I thought they were my friends.

I thought I was important.

I thought they would support me, 

But alas, I was wrong.

I cherished the memories,

I cherished our talks,

I cherished our friendship,

But alas, I was wrong to cherish these things.

In the end, it never mattered.

In the end, it is all gone.

In the end, I am alone.

To Keep a Promise

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To Keep a Promise

A promise is something sweet,

A caring gesture of friendship and love.

Sincere thoughts and a heartfelt vow,

A pledge of honor and faith.

When promises brake and friendships shattered,

You blackened your heart with lies.

How far do you go to recapture that trust?

What will you do to regain that love?

The vow and the faith you once had,

Why do you keep your promise when others do not?

Should you mend something that’s broken?

How do you fix the friendship all in ruins,

A trust that is a dilapidated mess?

How far will you go to keep a promise of a friendship long gone?

The darkness pours over my soul

The darkness pours over my soul

The darkness pours over my soul

As endless waves rush in.

The rising of the tide pulls me in further. 

Pulling my heart and filling it with dread. 

I found myself caught in the tide, while my body struggles to be free.

The darkness shrouds my existence, and soon I am gasping for air. 

The dark waters pulling me down, filling my lungs with regret and despair.

I reach out trying to break the surface, but the darkness is always there. 

Pulling me back, pulling me down to the depths, I plummet. 

The pressure keeps me down, night after night, day after day,

I can’t see the light, the darkness is all I know.

Throw my feelings in the trash and stomp all over them!

 

 

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Do my feelings not matter to you?

Do you think you can do what you want?

Screw me, because I don’t matter!

Throw my feelings in the trash and stomp all over them!

 

Did you even think to talk to me?

Did you think I wouldn’t care?

Did you even think of me?

 

I know you didn’t think of me!

I know no one does!

 

It’s better to not expect anything from anyone!

They always disappoint!

I expect too much from people and I am the one who gets hurt.

 

Did you even think to talk to me?

Did you think I wouldn’t care?

Did you even think of me?

 

Throw my feelings in the trash and stomp all over them!