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xandra Dec 2020
i want to stand in torrential storms and scream
until my lungs become ash and the rain has eroded the world around me
~who wants to join?
brynna Dec 2020
the prophecy i made for myself all those years ago has not yet prevailed

my own maze of a mind the culprit keeping it from setting sail

my eyes sting and are almost as empty as the hole in my heart

the pit of what used to be childhood innocence has turned into a mirrorless counterpart

each path seems to lead to everything but the love and success that was promised

where i lay unmoving is an uncomfortable reflection of my life that is a novice

my skin is almost as scarred as my view of life on earth

each battering glance another slash that has permanently imprinted on my worth

every tear that falls seems to soak my soul with some sort of feel

when night falls my blurred vision spins the death wheel

if only i could count the number of fingerprints on my noose

but i turn a blind eye as the devil and i have seemed to have made a truce  

when the moon falls my skin goes numb with spiders crawling through my veins

circling around each thought that my mess of a mind contains

i've accepted my lips will stay cold and loveless as my time on land decreases

no one cares to mess with the remains of such broken pieces

the whispers flow into my ears and do nothing but wrap and compress my nerves

maybe in the next life, someone will hold me tight and trace all of my curves

but here every breath means another day in which rejection compresses my soul

so maybe i should begin my long list of regrets on a tear-stained scroll
wrote this one while i was being hospitalized :) fun times
Nero Nov 2020
You are exploding, beating inside of me
Whenever we see she has answered our messages
My thoughts are clouded by the strength of you
I tried to tell you "calm down" but you are too drawn in
You are obsessed
My every waking moment
Thinking of her with a smile on my face
So happy I want to scream, I try putting our happiness into words
But when I think, I understand one thing
Someday you will break
The day will come when you shatter
We never felt this way
About anybody else
It's dangerous, my poor heart
You will eventually fail
She will find someone better
And it will just go downhill
So stop your excitement
Don't force me to write so many words
Don't bug her so much for attention
Don't talk about her every day
Don't ask to fix minor problems
Someday you will shatter
We can't take no more
Don't be so drawn in my heart
Because my head foresees
Someday
It will once again
Be
just you and me
Faron Hymn Yang Nov 2020
i still do not know
whether i am a void of feelings
or just a child who shut the door to his pain.
Amber K Nov 2020
I often think I never loved you.
I was just a dumb kid after all.
What fifteen year old understands love?
I think I just felt comfortable with you.
My lips had never touched another's.
My arms were use to your embrace.
Your family had welcomed me as their own.
I didn't know how I could break away from it.
Even as you hurt me,
and left me crying countless times,
I couldn't take the steps to get away from you.
The thought of leaving you plagued me.
What would it be like to smell your cologne,
and to recognize it as just another scent.
Nothing special.
Or to walk the halls of our school,
without you holding my hand.
You see,
I don't think I loved you.
I was just afraid of being alone.
I was use to you.
You were just there.
You were just familiar.
A random thought I had about teenage love. My first real relationship was a toxic mess. And for awhile I tried to figure out how the "love" I felt dissipated so quickly after I broke up with this guy (who was horrible to me), then I realized I had just been comfortable with him. It wasn't anything deeper. Just someone I was use to being with. Not that i didn't care for him. I just didn't love him.
gray Nov 2020
"It's a lonely world" a Girl did cry. She wept
and wept until Her tears ran dry.
Eyes were burning, still pained from the salt
"It's not worth it" spiralling Her thoughts.

What could She do? There's nought more left-
No bread nor jam nor time to rest.
Not a friend or foe besides Herself, not a place to sit,
not even dust on the shelf.

She sits there in quiet, interrupted by Her fears
because She knows She can't hold them back-
those dreaded saltine tears.
sometimes to process how i'm feeling in my own mental health, it's best to place it into a narrative situation and see how it plays out. i really like this one!
Kelsey Banerjee Oct 2020
you couldn't eat right for days
tongue swollen, scabbed
red like Christmas lilies.
we drank whiskey, slowly
slowly
there's poison in love, somewhere
sneaking behind concern
disguised it rouses old wounds
dreams left unfulfilled,
when finally you could feast again,
we found our plates empty.
Leila Oct 2020
The hesitation that you felt on your lips
You dream to live a lie
Constant control
Leila Oct 2020
Applauds on resilience
Persistence and stubbornness
Born to make, to create
Sees all in which nothing should exist
Imagine being that
Potential is stored inside me
Waiting but yet begging to be let out
I starve myself my laziness
What’s of all the effort if all I get is strife?
Laugh at me all you want
Is what you love worth the pain of caring?
Knowing others will always be above you
I’m so tired
I shot myself short before I could even begin
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