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Strung Sep 2018
It got too late
to call
I hung up my hands,
the wall
always hits my head—
When the moon is so high
I can't watch from my window,
I know,
It's too late to call
L Aug 2018
I almost broke down. I could have. I was keeping it together. I just kept thinking,
"I just have to make it.
                Just get home.
                                Just make it.
skyler Jul 2018
i am living three different lives and not one if them makes sense
filled with alcohol and raised voices
dark nights with questionable choices
i don't know who i am
i let others decide for me
all i know is i'm a mess
and these demons seem to adore me
i have some issues i can't sort out
problems nobody knows about
the skeletons in my closet
are clawing at the door
but there's already so much mess outside
how could there be more
i'm overwhelmed and tired
don't know where to go
i can't stand being vulnerable
but some wounds we have to show

s.s
Day by day,
Miles apart,
I hold him close
In my heart.
My heart likes him here,
But my mind wants him to disappear.
So confused but so in love,
Looking at the stars above,
Remembering what we had,
And what could have been,
When we were in love,
And how we were friends.
He was like family to me,
I trusted him with all my heart,
But in a million pieces
He shattered it apart.
I only asked for one more chance,
Just to get it right,
But he turned me away,
And bid me good night.
Now, these tears are here to stay,
Streaming down my face,
Wondering why he would turn me away,
And now we don't talk anymore.
That's so true,
So why am I still in love with you?

Original:
© Chantel Johnson
© Chantel Johnson
We haven't talked for months, or face to face more than a year ago, but I heard your voice yesterday, and now my heart is all in a mess again. What's wrong with me, why am I holding on, or is it just my fault for being so loyal?
skyler Jul 2018
i feel like sunshine
until the sun sets
then i feel everything
at once

s.s
Madisen Kuhn Jul 2018
one day
it will be easy to breathe
my lungs will inhale flowers
and honey
it will be second nature
like riding a bicycle
like tying a shoe
like swallowing a pill
and i will hold on
tightly and
with shaking hands
until then
feeling very overwhelmed lately. trying to hold onto the hope that it will not always feel this way. i will find my peace.
O Jun 2018
Things that should be long forgotten.

They roam through the hallways of my mind,
Scratching on doors and knocking on walls,
Trying for attention of any kind,
I rub my temples and put down my head,
I try to focus on lighter thoughts,
But here I am drowning again,
In the confines of my panic box.

(Deep breaths, they say)
Where they chain themselves to stay,
(Count back from ten)
The ghosts of memories sink their claws in.

Things that should be long forgotten,
Yet the world triggers them again and again.
I have never been diagnosed with anything, I would hate to say that I have a condition that I don't. I am scared though, I am very strong willed and feel I have the strength to get through anything, but I do have triggers and people can see it on my face when it happens. I have to leave if it's visual, I have to change subjects if it's verbal. My hands sweat and my body shakes. My heart pounds and my head races. For moments I can't even comprehend whats going on and I immediately go back to the bad place and I start to panic. I try not to inconvenience anyone with my problems but sometimes it's too intense for me to handle. I project how I feel onto the people I say I care about and I just don't think that's fair.
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