Poems about point

Sun paints cloud bottoms
Paints mist over lake orange
Summer day begins

Now I know I've lost my mind
I've gone back to what I left behind
Forgot the progress that I procured
Let myself slip into a state unsure

**I let the universe collapse again

At some point you just can't take it anymore.
At some point you don't want to be used anymore.
You want to know what it feels like to be loved.
At some point you wonder if you could even love someone.
You wonder if your heart would trust them.
You wonder if the only thing you know how to do, is be used.
That you may have turned into the people who hurt you.
At some point you decide you just need to be alone for awhile.
Away from the people who used you.
And the people who want you to be theirs for along time.

I'm depressed because everyone else is happy
I envy those who can learn to love themselves
You have no idea how bad I want a rack
To look in the mirror without sighing
If Beauty comes from within, Then I'm defiantly screwed
What lurks inside is much worse then what you first perceive
Maybe I am too hard on myself
But I learned to face the reality
Instead of having high hopes, to only be dissapointed even more
I don't want to "live" I need to change
But I can't
You don't need to change yourself for somebody else
No
I only want to do it for myself
Yet the funny thing is
No matter how hard I try to be better
To be Funnier, Prettier, Happier...
There will always be that painful feeling pulling me back
Back into who I used to be
Even if that life, Is not the life
I wanted to it be

Feels like everything's falling apart
And i don't know what else to do
Except
Shutting
Myself
Down.

It's too much for me to handle. Boiling over my sides. Hitting me. Cutting me deeper with its jagged edges. The pain is too hard to handle alone. But I am standing here, people ready to listen. I can't speak a word because when I do that, my fire will catch everything around me. Mass destruction. It will kill all around me. I'd rather die alone than take everyone with me.

An old woman once said to me, fear not for you are just a ghost, driving your body. Your body is just a skeleton wrapped in flesh and nerves. And though you may feel alone, we are all made of stardust old as the universe itself, connected by our timelessness. And if you ever feel out of control, just remember, we are all hurling on a rock, rounding a molten sphere at a 1, 000 miles per hour always staying perfectly in sync.

Even if you've been;

Holding on for years,
Fighting the battle alone,
Staying strong with patience,
Giving your effort to the fullest.

But if none of the above make sense
To the person who's supposed to,
You'll eventually reach to your limit,
To stop giving in,
Like you used to do.

Then you'll whisper to yourself,
"This is not my loss"