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Ohgoodness
Ohgoodness
A little obsessed? Hello, my name is Cat to some people call me Indy... Call me whichever. I fear the inevitable.
Hit after hit I wish I could quit.
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Apr 12, 2015
Apr 12, 2015 at 10:53 PM UTC
Quit
My beautiful lies, hidden behind my tired eyes. I'm exhausted. I'm numb. I'm frustrated. I guess you've won. They look at my smile, but not at my eyes. They avoid the truth, and believe the lies. I'm stuck in my youth. They can't hear my cries. I need to grow up, and dry my eyes. They look at my arms, but not at my thighs. They avoid the truth, and believe the lies. Forget the truth. All you speak is lies.
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Apr 1, 2015
Apr 1, 2015 at 8:20 PM UTC
Beautiful Lies
Anxiety fills my lungs Controls my tongue Face to face With disgrace Suicide fills my head All other thoughts have fled Fingertips pressed to fingertips Guided from the Devils lips Depression fills my heart Tearing me clean apart Hand pressed to hand Praying can reprimand Paranoia tingles on my skin It's coming from deep within They are faceless deaths Waiting for our few last breaths
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Apr 1, 2015
Apr 1, 2015 at 6:14 PM UTC
Faceless Deaths
You say you're lost But that's not true Whatever the cost I found you You are somewhere Lost in your mind You just want to be anywhere but there You never thought anyone would find You, but you never saw how much I care This is the last time Anyone will hurt you while your skin is bare This was a crime I can still hear the sirens blare.
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Apr 1, 2015
Apr 1, 2015 at 4:47 PM UTC
Lost
Wake up to an ugly face Born to be a disgrace I notice every woman that passes me But men are who i'm supposed to see You tell me to change my ways I tell you i'll be okay This way Because her eyes meet mine And I feel fine All my pain And ache Suddenly Seems fake This isn't how i'm supposed to think This isn't how i'm supposed to think But that's how I am I don't give a **** This is how I am This is how I am Take me Or leave me
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Mar 31, 2015
Mar 31, 2015 at 2:05 AM UTC
How i'm supposed to be.
As a child we see light in darkness And all pain seems so mild We haven’t yet built our fortress Why would the moon need walls ? Are the stars mean? As a child we cry each time we fall Because its all the pain we've seen But as we grow older We become numb Our hearts seem to grow colder We were life’s rising moon But now We’re just the dark sky
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Mar 31, 2015
Mar 31, 2015 at 1:22 AM UTC
Childhood is life's rising moon.