mfowlerpoetry

I sometimes write poetry from my heavy heart & my anxiety, depression filled brain. ��

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  • mfowlerpoetry 7w

    They tell me I'm strong
    Then why do I feel so god damn weak



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  • mfowlerpoetry 7w

    I know I'm strong
    I fight death every day
    Death is inside me
    The trigger is my brain


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  • mfowlerpoetry 10w

    I want to have hope in this awful world
    But I can't lie to myself anymore

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  • mfowlerpoetry 10w

    I tend to think too much. I tend to love too much. I tend to be way too loyal to way too many people who never deserved it. I tend to hope too much. I tend to give up too much. I'm a neverending mess of contradictions and chaos, but you'll never wonder if you're enough for me.


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  • mfowlerpoetry 10w

    Watching shows and realizing why most of us are always attracted/in love with the "bad guys". It's because no matter what they love every part of you. Even the bad, especially the bad. They accept you. They not only accept who you truly are, they embrace every part of you and no matter what they have your back. They don't leave you. They don't betray you. It seems like the "good guys" only want the light in you while the "bad guys" dance in your light and make love to your darkness. This is why darkness is so appealing. Everyone wants to be truly accepted, loved, and stood by. Forever.


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  • mfowlerpoetry 11w

    Change me
    Fix me
    Break me
    Mold me
    Shape me
    Just make me
    NOT ME


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  • mfowlerpoetry 11w

    I wish I could wash off all of this pain
    And reprogram this traumatized brain
    I wish I could start over now
    knowing what I know
    Staying free from all things that steal my hope
    But I am who I am
    We are who we are
    There is no going back and erasing these scars
    Our stories played out
    Our choices are made
    Now we are stuck with the ending
    That our weaker selves made

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  • mfowlerpoetry 11w

    I give up
    I surrender
    You win
    I'm defeated
    Just end it now
    Please make the pain stop
    I can't stand it a second more


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  • mfowlerpoetry 11w

    We're all puzzle pieces
    But mine never fit
    Some are missing
    Some are bent
    Will I ever find a piece
    That fits within mine
    Or will I forever be the puzzle
    with pieces left behind


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  • mfowlerpoetry 11w

    They say you'll make it through this dark time
    But this dark time has been my entire life

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