From ashes I rose, a phoenix reborn,
With feathers of hope, a heart newly sworn.
I thought I had healed, the pain left behind,
A future so bright, a renewed peace of mind.
I ventured beyond, a grand hopeful start,
To mend a lost love, to ease a scarred heart.
But shadows crept in, a familiar sight,
A chill in the air, a dimming of light.
The wounds I thought healed, began to un-stitch,
A darkness returning, a painful, cold *****
The warmth I thought found, now slipping away,
A fortress I build, to hold it all at bay.
No saviour shall come, no magical repair,
My strength is my own, my burdens to bear.
I’ll weather this storm, alone and forlorn,
Until the may shine again, maybe hope can be reborn?
Nov 13, 2024
Nov 13, 2024 at 11:14 AM UTC
Why do I feel like writing poems has to be so deep?
Why can't I just type about sun shining on a leaf?
But no, my heart cries out to describe
this dark and lonely feeling inside.
Maybe I just need to work on me,
I can't seem to explain why I'm full of jealousy.
And even though you're my closest friend.
You're the one person I can't tell about my thoughts of the end.
You're with him and I feel left in the dust.
But feeling happy and smiling for you is a must.
I never want you to see this green side of me
but one day this side might be the only side to see.
I will try my best, to hold myself back,
because for you, I will take on any attack.
Dec 1, 2021
Dec 1, 2021 at 3:21 PM UTC
It's a script
It's a cycle
Like we're on repeat
The same words tossed around
Without missing a beat
I'm sick of this
I'm done
I don't even give a ****
I don't care about your opinions
I'll break them like a battering ram
You tell me I'm wrong
That I'm misguided, incorrect
But to be honest
Your words now have no effect
I tried to explain to you
I just wanted you to listen
But despite how much I try
It's like tuning out is your new addiction
So no more begging on my knees,
Pleading for you to understand,
**** you and your deaf ears,
Obviously your mind is a wasteland.
Apr 4, 2019
Apr 4, 2019 at 11:01 PM UTC
There's a mirror, hanging on my wall.
It shows me images of what it sees.
There's no bias. No judgement.
All I see is the hideous monster I call me.
Aug 20, 2018
Aug 20, 2018 at 9:45 AM UTC
Should I show anger?
With a scowl on my face?
My brows furrowed,
pushing people away with disgrace.
Or perhaps show kindness,
with a fake smile and kind eyes.
With a Laugh full of life
but holding back tears and lies.
Maybe today I'll show sadness,
with grey storms in my mind,
wanting to wrap my neck up,
in a rope that's unkind.
Some days I don't wear a mask,
I attempt to be free,
but I hate the way people point and stare,
making me think "What's wrong with me?"
I have too many masks,
that I wear as my mind decays,
but why do I feel so numb,
today on my birthday?
Aug 20, 2018
Aug 20, 2018 at 9:41 AM UTC
Send me away,
to a dark abyss,
where there is no sound or light,
where pain shall not make me hiss.
Away to a land,
where I'm allowed to be free,
where I don't fake emotions,
for my friends and family.
Allow me to soar,
to rise up to the sky,
see the world, and its true colours,
feel the wind as I fly.
Please...
Send me away from this hell.
Apr 30, 2018
Apr 30, 2018 at 12:40 PM UTC
It's just a thought,
It's just a dream,
only inside my mind,
but why do I want to scream?
Feb 6, 2018
Feb 6, 2018 at 11:47 AM UTC
Stuck in this prison,
confined by its walls,
I can't shake this feeling,
that I'm stuck in these halls.
I'm trapped in my mind,
I can see the light,
but somethings holding me back,
keeping me in the darkness of the night.
My friends will support,
but they don't really see,
how broken I truly am,
how I wish I couldn't breathe.
I feel stuck in place,
not able to move,
as if one little step,
would be disapproved.
Walking on society's thin wire,
as fragile as glass,
one wrong step means
you'll be at the bottom of the class.
With the weight of people's emotions,
all on my shoulder's,
you'd think I could handle it,
that I'd be strong like a soldier.
But instead, I feel weak,
I couldn't adapt.
and now I am stuck here.
Now I am trapped
Feb 6, 2018
Feb 6, 2018 at 11:42 AM UTC
"The best four years of your life"
more like four whole years of stress and strife.
It's like an inescapable cage
filled with people who can't act their own age.
Hearing all the kids trying to sound cool,
When in all honesty you just want to see their blood pool.
Fake love, fake people, unsure of who to trust,
but apparently, in school, popularity is a must.
Going through seven classes a day,
wishing you could just make the pain go away.
I want to give up, just get up and fly,
but perhaps a better solution would be to just die.
Feb 5, 2018
Feb 5, 2018 at 12:15 PM UTC
Dear Hair,
I'm sorry for turning you grey and white with my stress.
Dear Brain,
I'm sorry for all the depressing thoughts and worries.
Dear Eyes,
I'm sorry for drowning you in the tears from my breakdowns.
Dear Mouth,
I'm sorry for all the kind lies and obscene truths I made you say.
Dear Neck,
I'm sorry for the red marks caused by the ropes I've tied around you.
Dear Shoulders,
I'm sorry for making you carry the weight of the world.
Dear Arms,
I'm sorry for the short, painful, cuts, causing the blood to pour out.
Dear Hands,
I'm sorry for making you drag razors, scissors, and blades across my body.
Dear Heart,
I'm sorry for breaking you up into microscopic shards.
Dear Stomach,
I'm sorry for all the butterflies from the thoughts of him.
Dear Feet,
I'm sorry for all the problems I made you run away from.
Dear Dreams,
I'm sorry I had to crush you for the sake of making others happy.
Dear Feelings,
I'm sorry for trying to erase you from my life.
Dear Friends,
I'm sorry that I've been doing such a bad job at keeping my mask on.
Dear Family,
I'm sorry for being a disappointment.
Dear World,
I'm sorry that I had to pain you with my existence.
And lastly,
Dear M,
I'm sorry that you have to go through so much without me by your side.
Dec 13, 2017
Dec 13, 2017 at 12:29 PM UTC