Collected Poems Sad

Tears Behind My Eyes

When you look into my eyes they may seem to be empty,

My eyes are full of tears, although you don't see any.

So many times my heart has been filled with pain,

And deep behind my eyes are pockets of tears that are ready to fall like rain.

I know at times I may appear to be tough,

but sometimes to bear the pain and heartache can be too much.

Sometimes I try and hide the tears that I cried just last night,

Tears that soaked my pillow wet long past mornings first light.

I know how it feels to be pushed away by someone you love,

I'm not afraid to admit my tears because I know that there's a far greater love, one that comes from above.

Happiness too will be mine, so until then I'll keep my my head up and eyes towards the skies,

And never allowing anyone to see the tears hidden behind my eyes.

by a1thapo1

The Death of Hope

I wish I never met you

I wish I never kissed you

And told you that I missed you.

I wish I didn’t write stupid poems

To try and convince you to be with me

I wish I wouldn’t stop by your house just because I could.

What are we doing here

You fuck with boys’ minds

But why do you keep me around?

I wanted you

Now, I can’t even be in the same room with you

Just go.

Don’t talk to me

Don’t visit me

Just disappear

Leave my heart

Leave my soul

And everything about me as a whole.

Get me another drink

So I can wash your memory out of my veins

Kill some cells to leave this hell

It’s the only thing that helps.

I wish every star would explode and make me go deaf

And I wish the moon’s light would soon fade to black

So that I cannot see or hear

Maybe then I’ll forget the sound of your heartbeat under the night sky.

I wish I wasn’t so stupid

To stick around while you cried over some asshole who didn’t want you

I wish I didn’t care so fucking much about your problems.

I wish I never told you how much I loved you

And all those times I spent comforting you...

Were just never quite enough.

Why you!

This was never supposed to be

Just stop caring and leave.

We go in circles anyway

Progress is an illusion for what resembles hope

I wish I could hurt you.

Scar you.

Quit you.

Leave you.

You never loved me…

Only my presence to help you forget your pain

Used me up, and now I have no pity left for you.

If you loved me, then you should have caught me when I fell for you

…For a whole year

Now my love for you is lying dead at the bottom of a dark trench.

I wish we never took so many pictures

Ones that I never should have taken

What were we thinking?

It took the death of hope to let you go

And now I finally know…

Stay cold and alone in your bed

Without the warmth of the blue jacket

Or the sweet aroma of my cologne

I hope you hurt just as much as I do

I hope your guilt eats you alive

And you grasp what was lost

I hope when your eyes visit the moon

You realize the distance back to your heart

And remember how far I loved you.

I wish I could forget you

And everything we ever had

Don’t you get it?

I don’t care about you.

I don’t care about your needs.

I don’t care about your feelings.

But I do.

Maybe one day our hearts will bring us back home

Right here to the place where we’d meet

Where hope and dreams walk hand in hand

Where reality meets actuality

Where love is the only thing that matters.

And where the death of hope becomes the birth of new possibilities.

by Craig123

The Journey..

This path,

Wasn't meant to be touched... The bitterness placed its hands upon it..

And this place we left behind contains a recollection of the deep explorations and admirations,

Never once I would of thought I'd have...

I still feel the heat of the burning candle between you and I..

Do you still feel it? That heat.. I call sweet sorrow..

The burning flame..

I truly wish to never be blown away,

A soothing touch will put away the misery..

Sorrow may be eternal,

Especially if true feelings aren't exposed...

by MoonViolet

Old Fashion, still

You broke your watch and you went still,

and the sidewalks weren't very gentle.

Stepped a little over ten pills

think that you might be going mental.

'Cause you think you are running away now

thinking you got away now

from those memories, in all of those nights

That's when things were all electric,

remembering why you weren't dead

And that's when it all whirled apart.

Never really ever had much,

Always wrote down in pencil,

But never ever erased still

'Cause you always had things memorized

from the day you were dreaming of it all

From last fall to the next winter,

Never really had anyone to call

Remember when things were read 'til?

Always thought you had some common nice class

when times were all getting feverish so fast

you thought they were all sentimental

but as the murks of all men steels,

Never notice how florescent they really were

Always thinking you never needed a cure.

But you never really bit, no,

Perhaps things would deal well

In your dreams, several of them remained

Never had you in featured at all

And did you know? Oh no.

Could you ever walk without heels?

Always grasping to the curb's vines

falling besides the Grey's mind

maybe you should not have used a pencil,

knowing that it could be fatal.

Lots in common with your night dress

always kept on top of paper watches

left alone with little tuxedos

Tearing up as some gentlemen left you.

Holding up this trivial crisis as you had long ago.

In your dreams, how many of those He-Man

ever held you in their free hands?

And didn't you wish, you could be one.

One of those, those who never let go.

by Glassless

If I, Should I?

If I climb starways to heaven, will I miss out the stars?

If I just lay right here, who's to stop the cars?

If I meet with your skin, who will see my scars?

Is this really my cage, when I can see no bars?

Should I take the first step, or should I sit and wait?

Should I turn towards, or quicken up my gait?

Should I question why, or accept it as my fate?

Is the time now right, or is it far too late?

by williambrown