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nim Jun 2018
it's no wonder
you can't fall asleep,
when your tears
are ornamenting
your silky sheets
nim Jun 2018
i'd like to tell you
that i'm fine
but I'm
too torn apart
to talk
nim Jun 2018
he told me i
can't have this
wounds patched up, i
can't heal
the only way to
close the
wound, is to
break
completely

so i
Broke
but i
am still
alive
help me
break
and let me
bleed out
in the dead
silence
of
night
nim Jun 2018
my
bones
could not stand
your strength; my
glassy veins
could not stand
being unhurt; my
damaged brain,
without knowing
what's good,
couldn't stand
being
okay
;
my
self
hasn't
learned yet,
what it means to
feel like i'm real in this
vile, horror circle of life
galloping through our
time, wasting time,
following time,
timing time,
feeling time, but
making our thoughts
to still remain
timeless
and
to
stand
hurtless
but my damaged
brain, not knowing what
is good, can never learn
how to feel good
how to feel real
how to feel
how to be
how
.
.
.
how
without
hurting
...yourself?
  Jun 2018 nim
Vener
Waking up
I wonder why

Why
Why
Why

Why are you shouting at me?

What did I do wrong?

I don't know
I just

I don't know.

Please stop.

You won't.

Why would you do this?
Why am I even here?

I want to leave.

But
I can't
I can't
I can't

I can't.

No matter what.

I'm stuck here
No escape
No freedom
No hope

Nothing.

I want to save myself
But
No matter what
I just
Fail

Over
and over
and over
and over

again.

I just want
To be
free

Maybe
There's no
other choice

But
No
No
No
Yes
No
No
Yes
No
Yes

Yes.






Will you miss me?
--save me.
  Jun 2018 nim
Baylee
Do you ever get that feeling,
You know the one I mean,
The one you can’t describe
Not even in your wildest dreams.

It kind of feels like drowning
While simultaneously watching yourself drown,
But there’s nothing you can do,
Just watch your body slowly sink down.

Or maybe it feels like...
Your stomach is full of lead,
Your knees are constantly buckling
And a baseball bat to the head.

Do you ever get that feeling,
You know the one I’m talking about,
When your breathing is shallow
And you’re full of self-doubt.

The constant storm of thoughts
That seem to take over your brain,
Overthinking every moment
Until it drives you insane.

Or the feeling you get
When your friend confides in you,
And tells you how
There’s nothing you can do.
Because the deed has been done,
And she’s trying to move on,
But you can’t simply forgive
An act that’s so wrong.

Do you ever get that feeling?
You know the one I mean,
The one that eats you alive
And makes you want to scream.
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