I cannot keep doing this
each day I slip further & further away
my laugh has disappeared
my once bright smile turns dull
my eyes gloss over, unable to open
my hands hang lifelessly from my scrawny arms
my hair sad and grey, a new white hair comes with each new day
my words are slurred
my chest is tight with fear & anxiety
my tongue too heavy to speak
my body numb & heavy
I cannot keep doing this
Nov 5, 2014
Nov 5, 2014 at 4:23 PM UTC
With ****** knuckles and gritted teeth I whelp in frustration.
The overwhelming desire to beat myself numb and claw away my skin.
Tears burn my cheeks and my eyes are heavy.
My voice is horse,
with every shout through a clenched jaw my adrenalin spikes.
Swollen and upset I lay hopelessly begging for a level head.
Jan 13, 2014
Jan 13, 2014 at 11:54 AM UTC
Im sorry youre hurting.
Im sorry your head is a storm.
Im sorry your bodys a rag doll.
Im sorry your mascara is messy.
Im sorry your hands are trembling and your heart is aching.
Im sorry i cant take away the pain you dont deserve to have.
Dec 18, 2013
Dec 18, 2013 at 3:35 PM UTC
no matter the time of day or weather,
who i'm with or how i feel,
joyful, depressed, or angry
my mind always finds its way to you.
Dec 3, 2013
Dec 3, 2013 at 11:30 PM UTC
someone once told me they loved my voice.
they said it was different,
mature, **** and sophisticated.
better than the high pitched, superficial teen voices.
i had a voice like a woman should have,
strong, confident, and intriguing.
someone once told me they loved my voice.
the voice i used in everyday conversation.
the voice i used to tell stories and greet strangers.
the voice i found raspy and manly,
the voice i always wished was sweeter.
someone once told me they loved my voice.
they said it was a voice of a woman,
but i am just a girl
and you no longer talk to the voice you once said you loved.
Nov 9, 2013
Nov 9, 2013 at 8:54 PM UTC
shes so pretty,
she looks so cute in that skirt and short top,
her hair is blonde and perfectly straight,
her eyes wide and green,
yet when she goes to write her wrists are red,
long thin scabs wrap her wrists,
pain from the past still marked on her thighs and hips,
what do i say,
i know she sees me looking.
Nov 2, 2013
Nov 2, 2013 at 9:17 PM UTC
no one cares about love,
ever whispered about how lucy loves tom? no.
they only care about the lust,
how last saturday lucy and tom got it on.
Oct 24, 2013
Oct 24, 2013 at 2:48 PM UTC
what a let down
what a punch in the gut
what a misinterpertation
what a mistake
what a mess ive made
Oct 23, 2013
Oct 23, 2013 at 6:34 PM UTC
i understand we just met
i understand we're in different places in our lives
i understand that youre busy sometimes
but what i don't understand is;
how can you like me but ignore me
how can you always make plans but never follow through
how can you play with my feelings like this
Oct 18, 2013
Oct 18, 2013 at 3:51 PM UTC
do i want coffee or sleep
coffee will help me through the rest of the day
but
maybe i just want my day to be over
Oct 17, 2013
Oct 17, 2013 at 8:08 PM UTC