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"some days, I feel everything at once. other days, I feel nothing at all. I don't know what's worse: drowning beneath the waves or dying from the thirst. quote today is one of those days

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She was a silent fighter with a demon in her lung that stole her breaths from her before they passed her tongue. He was a silent fighter who was always taught to share so he held his breath when he was with her so she could have his air.

Thank you, Jesus, for loving me. I was so underserving.

Don't fear the reaper once played repeatedly and continuously on a radio station between El Paso and Carlsbad one day in the summer of Makes you think.

Beautiful things happen in the dark, when the sun goes to sleep when the stars give light kisses when the Moon is a spotlight . life stays beautiful even when You are covered in darkness ~K.

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To say "I want you" would sound far too eager. To say "I need you" would sound far too desperate. To say "I love you" would sound far too hasty. So I remain silent, hoping not to sound too indifferent.

She wrote 'lonely' on her body exhaust that's what she was and 'ugly' on her mirror because that's what she saw but she never once felt my lips writing 'perfect' on every single inch of her.

She wrote 'lonely' on her body exhaust that's what she was .and 'ugly' on her mirror because that's what she saw .but she never once felt my lips writing 'perfect' on every single inch of her.

so accurate at the moment/last year for me fall 2012/summer 2013

I’m too shy to tell you how I feel. So I’ll hide behind timid smiles and soft hellos. I’m afraid to ask you, “What do you think of me?” and your reply will be “I don’t.

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"knowing that it will either save me or it will cripple me. for if there is one thing beautiful in this crumbling world: it is love. the curling of souls." and yet there is still hope in Love itself.

Wow this describes how I feel everyday......it's like I wrote this myself

And it hurts that I can't be what everyone else wants or what anyone needs. And it hurts that I can't be what I want or what I need. Because I'm not enough and won't be enough. And I'll never be close to enough and I'm just so damn tired

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