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ana-sweeney
ana-sweeney
24/F
In this river of doubt Can’t swim my way out In a place I don’t know No yellow brick road to follow A wanderer lost and all alone Just hoping to find my way home
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Feb 24, 2021
Feb 24, 2021 at 9:46 PM UTC
Stuck
I carry what you said with me. The aching in my bones. The bruising on my soul. The scars on my skin. It’s less of a choice, and more of a sickness.
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Jan 30, 2021
Jan 30, 2021 at 8:37 PM UTC
Burden.
Every day relived Identical, cyclical When will this **** end?
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Jan 17, 2021
Jan 17, 2021 at 7:35 PM UTC
Lockdown (10w)
It comes at night. A ghost black as coal. Moving noiseless and Nimble betwixt the shadows.
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Jan 9, 2021
Jan 9, 2021 at 8:15 PM UTC
The Sadness.
You made my world so Small and so dark that I Got lost, and I couldn’t find the exit
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Nov 24, 2020
Nov 24, 2020 at 6:58 PM UTC
Why I Stayed
Half the time I Don’t even know If I’m trying to breathe You in or smoke you out.
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Jun 30, 2020
Jun 30, 2020 at 7:15 PM UTC
Addicted (to you)
Your words Threads Woven Imbedded Into my skin It hurts
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Jun 23, 2020
Jun 23, 2020 at 9:45 PM UTC
A love story (10w)
**** this life. I would’ve been Better off in another one. Or better still, not at all. Year after year of pain. Grief, heartbreak, abuse, Depression, illness, loss. A monotonous, never- ending   Cycle. Black and white. All colour that was once there Has faded, slowly and completely. I’m utterly done with this **** Where’s the nearest exit?
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Jun 19, 2020
Jun 19, 2020 at 8:41 PM UTC
The Ramblings of A Depressed writer.
Day in, day out, I gave my whole self to you, heart, soul and mind. Every secret, every darkness within, illuminated and laid bare before you. Little did I know, that the security, the safety I found in you, was but a result of the microcosm you had built around just you and me, cut off from the world, and from life. I know this is a cliché, but they say love is blind, and by God, did I learn that the hard way.
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May 26, 2020
May 26, 2020 at 6:32 PM UTC
Fool’s paradise
Why does the right thing always feel so wrong?
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May 22, 2020
May 22, 2020 at 6:50 PM UTC
The sad truth