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Can't get up
Get out
Can't think of words
Can't speak
Or write
Can't walk or move a fork
Can't give a fuvk
Much less talk
Fck
****.
Fine
Fat
Freak
Fate
Fake
Fish
Flood
Failure
Final
­Found
Dead
Die, dying
Death,
Need death
I must
D  I  E

need to
Just
FCKING DIE
liakey Oct 2021
absent from my life,
but dancing forever in my mind.

preserved perfectly:
idealized and beautified,
immortal, god-like.

wanting to let go,
yet holding on too tight.

memories, exaggerated:
they haunt me,
notoriously unreliable.

close my eyes;
take me back in time…
before I was bloodied by his arrow.
Rewrite of “?”
Lavender Menace Sep 2020
I get up, I get down
yelling nothing, soundless sound.
say it wrong, try again
who is she? that's my friend
**** the spider, no remorse.
say i love you till my voice is horse.
cats that bite, autumn joy.
living life like a toy.
uninspired, not okay.
brightroom sings, end of day.
im bored, and tired i just wanna go home but i dont know where it is i want to go home.
Please take me
Bury me
Hurt me
Nothing can save me now

Lit to me
Play with me
Stay awake with me
Nothing can save me now
idiosyncrasy Jan 2020
tired
so tired
of
caring

so i pretended my hair
was everything i had ever cared too much about
the stupid validation that i craved
every incessant insecurity
anyone i gave a **** about, that never looked at me twice

and
i took the clippers
and buzzed it all off
rockin the buzzcut.
Cody Root Nov 2019
I break down in the walk-in freezer at work,
Like another piece of equipment that is just barely hanging on to life.
Serving it’s intended purpose,
Yet useless enough for everyone to let it know as much.  

I don’t want to be a gas range without a pilot light anymore, no.
I no longer want to fizzle out after a long day of being used,
Only to be lit up again when someone else wants fed.
FinkZ Oct 2019
It's just a little word
But the pain really hurt
Never misjudge it
No matter how small it is

Never underestimate stress
The reason of my unwell rest
My life will be the cost
My soul will be a ghost

When stress is your daily mood
You will know the truth
That the monster is not under your bed
Instead it screams inside your head
**** me :)
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