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Lily Mar 2018
My eyes are flooded with tears unshed,
My mouth overflowing with words unsaid.
Words of happiness and tears of sorrow,
Are threatening my vision of the morrow.

My heart is empty, numb, and dull,
My brain a desolate prison cell.
No temptation, incentive, motivation,
Could ever get my heart to feel emotion.

The ceaseless creaking of my bed,
The endless wonderings of my head,
As I toss and turn at night,
Debating whether I should want the light.
Why don't you **** me
By the speed of light
And forget those times
When evenings vanished
On our wet heads
And when we together
Sighed so much that
We were prone to break

Let me hold you
In my endless arms
Where I will lose you
In the depth of Love
And I will find you
Again in the dreams
The dreams those
Crave for my sleep
In my sleepless nights
Words rising from heart are prone to break.
50RR0W Oct 2017
Here we are yet again,
Nights that never seem to end.
I'm laying there wide awake.
Still wondering about what mistake,
I made.

Part of me wishes you'd return my texts.
Another wants to meet your face with my fists.
The struggle between whats right and wrong is so real.
I'm not sure what exactly I'm supposed to feel.

Anxiety, Depression and Emotional Distress.
Has all left me in such a mess.
I just want to know...
..where did I go wrong?
This is rather short. Past week or so I've gotten little sleep. Thoughts of my ex still plague me before I try and sleep and I only end up getting a handful of hours of sleep at best each night, most times I'm lucky to get two hours. I just need to figure out how to get over this *******. Is it Anxiety? Depression? PTSD? I'm not sure anymore to be honest. I just want it all to end.
Niklaus Sep 2017
I heard you calling my name from afar
staring at me after the structures fall apart
The collision of cement, glasses, and metal
Created flames and ashes bursting out from
the windows which were lethal

The ashes fall down and covered my innards making me sick.
Making my stomach curl and burn, I can't read your tricks
The vivid image of buildings fall and collided with the ground and air,
Is your image of you calling my name from nowhere

During the nights, I don't want anyone else
but your ghost finally leaving my back,
I want you elsewhere but buried under the mantel of my dead conscience.
riwa Dec 2016
be happy,
be sad,
be excited
just be

learn to love yourself and learn to love the people and things around you
there is so much to live for, i promise you
live for the sleepless nights, live for the long conversations with someone you love

learn to see the beauty in things
not everything is as hopeless as it seems
heartbreak is beautiful, you are beautiful

learn to open yourself up more
people really do want to see that side of you
don’t be ashamed of what you have to offer, or what you don’t

be able to love
be able to hurt
be able to know the difference between something good and something great
you deserve the best

so don’t be afraid to just… *be
(12.10.16)
Rachel Aug 2016
With this restless mind of mine i lye in the bed wide awake. Dreaming of my future, my past, and thinking of my present.
To me i feel as if my legs are locked in bed. I cant get up even if i tried.
I wake and wake and lye like i am unable to physically move.
How do i get up from this slump i have fallen in?
How can i get any rest with all of these thoughts running through my mind

So open yet so closed.

I just want to sleep. Im so awake.
Jo Baez Jun 2016
Pondering,
Got in my car.
Wondering,
I drove down my alley.
Pensive,
Driving straight across the bridge.
Now I'm parked above the road,
staring down into the freeway.
Contemplating,
I turned my radio on
but all I hear is silence.
I can hear myself think.
Sometimes I like to sit in my car
and remove myself from existence.
As I stare Infinitely at infinite amount of human beings sitting inside their cars driving.
Where are they going?
I imagine myself in each car
living a million life's and I still find myself feeling lost, directionless, and looking over at my rear end mirrors.
aarti dhillon Apr 2016
If only i could stand still and feel the moment,
that's long gone.
If only i could see beneath the self imposed world,
that swirls me inside.
If only i know how to feel the unspoken words,
that's craving me.
If only i could show that innocence is dark,
darker than one thought.
If only being an innocent was not being a sinister,
inside.
BlackCat Jan 2016
I could not write lest there's a tragedy inside
but lately you've been invading everything I hide
I'm afraid of what it is to come for in the end it's always a ravage art
my walls afore that are high and strong are all now but a rubble
I stood helpless as he, with his keen mind and enthralling smile dances with my guarded heart
Who would not fall?
I could not help but fall.
I  anticipated for the pain but it never came at all
he looks like an angel, he feels like miracle
he touches like the devil, his kisses are feverish
I am lovesick.
hereafter I could write when my heart is blazing
when my whole being is illuminating and not dull from aching.
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