I can't do it anymore
Sep 5

I used to hold my tongue
Stop my fists
Prohibit negative thoughts

Speak to comfort
Unravel my fists
Think happy thoughts

I used to hide my screams
Bite my cheek
Think before I spoke

Speak softly
Release my teeth
Think and don't say at all

I can't do it anymore
I scream out loud
Bang my fists
Blurt all of my thoughts
I can't do it anymore

#cant   #it   #do   #anymore  
***not anymore.***
May 30

Writing used to feel like home.
But too often lately,
even those words I cant trust.

Because it's kind of hard to believe;
that the purpose of your life;
is to write sad poems

And too often,
I can't endure my own writings,
even myself I don't trust,
not anymore.

#trust   #words   #sad   #not   #hard   #poems   #anymore   #believe   #myself   #often   #writings  
Who knows anymore
Oct 19, 2013

Does love even exist?
I'd like to know if its out there.
The people who say they love me really don't at all.
After all...what is love?

Victoria Jennings
Victoria Jennings
Jan 28, 2013

I don't
Feel like
Doing this
I simply
Can't handle
It all
Not anymore.

Know me anymore.
Ashley Somebody
Ashley Somebody
Apr 22      Apr 22

I am not talking
To you, because you just don't
Know me anymore.

Ellyn k Thaiden
Ellyn k Thaiden
May 2, 2013

You are my conscience
Whispering the rules of life
But you poisen my head
No I wont listen


You say you know whats best
But clearly you still have tribulations
Tiny daggers peircing my esophagus
Keeping me from telling the truth

Not anymore

Will I let you cover my mouth
Bound and gag my own words
I will let them drip out
The way they were meant to


And I might stop breathing
Instead I hold onto dear thoughts
They keep me living
Through your pain
Your selfishness inflicting lies

Not Anymore

Will I let you control
My allies are mine
My whimpers were hushed by
The screaming of your lies

No not anymore

It is a song, little heavy rock.
Jun 22

Sometimes, when you're not here
like you never are
I'll hear your voice in my head
and it sounds like music
so quiet beneath the screams
of all the others-
they don't exist.
And sometimes
I am the one who screams
like I hope that you can hear me
or will save me-
but you do not exist
I think I've lost my mind

#love   #loss  

i am not supposed to feel this way about you,
but, i do.

maggie eileen
maggie eileen
Mar 9, 2013

my trumpet is a doorstop
my keyboard is a table
my guitar is a bookshelf.
covered with dust,
they wait for me;
I don't have time for them

I miss them.
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