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Jenni Nov 2014
Sleepless nights and long drives
Are not enough time
To make me choose
Between the two of you
If I had to pick today
I'd probably just run away
I have nothing to offer either of you
this was relevant at one time but maybe not anymore
edit: yup. still relevant.
Jenni Nov 2014
The cruelest thing the world ever did to me
Was try to convince me that everyone was good
Jenni Nov 2014
sometimes i try to stop breathing
i have no end game
no intent to hurt myself
but sometimes i put my head under water
and hold my breath until my lungs ache

but then there are the times
when my body stops breathing for me
i struggle/ taking quick/ ragged breaths
unable to make my lungs feel full
and this is when it feels like drowning
and all i can do is lay still
and feel the weight in my chest dragging me
                                                                ­                 d
                                                              ­                      o
                                         ­                                              w
                                                               ­                            n

it's strange how someone can feel empty
yet so heavy
Jenni Nov 2014
I've grown used to this weight in my chest
And I worry sometimes
That if it should dissipate
Maybe I'd float away
And become even more lost
Than I am now
Jenni Oct 2014
The weakest shade of blue
Is the color of my eyes in the dim light of my room
As I sip a lukewarm beer
Headphones crammed into my ears
Filling my head with distortion and feedback
Replacing the noise in my brain
With a more aesthetically pleasing version
I never want to see you when I'm sober
But I want you so bad
Jenni Oct 2014
I sit stagnant in my bed
Avoiding sleep
And then avoiding waking
Avoiding everything
Short of breathing
And sometimes avoiding
That too for a while
I miss having a reason to get out of bed.
Jenni Oct 2014
There are different kinds of sadness
Everybody knows that
There's the kind that leaves you empty inside
Draining your energy
Through leaks at your tear ducts

There's the kind that leaves you still
Unable to force yourself to move
Because you might shatter
Any sense of wellness that you have left

And there is the kind that sits
Like a vulture
A weight in your chest
Taking up important space
Where your lungs should reside
Leaving you short of breath
Making you feel so heavy
You sink
Like an anchor thrown off a dock
And in the depths of the dark water
You are lost
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