Don't leave,
Please,
I don't want to be alone,
Don't abandon me,
Like everyone I've ever known,
I don't think you realise,
What's happening inside of me,
I don't mean to be vain,
But I thought you would realise,
I'm not that happy girl,
I'm not the bright one,
I'm not the one who will be here long,
No.
I'm the one who is sad,
The one who is worthless,
I'm the one who will die young,
But you wouldn't care,
I'm nobody to you,
I'm nobody to anyone
Aug 31, 2016
Aug 31, 2016 at 11:49 PM UTC
as the darkness manifests inside
her heart gives out a cry,
it attempts to erupt,
it attempts to destroy,
the darkness is no joke,
it tears you apart,
you cannot escape,
you cannot hear a voice,
you cannot make a sound,
the darkness has decided to stay,
to corrupt,
to slowly,
ever so slowly,
bring you down on your knees,
to make you bow before it,
to make you kiss the ground,
because the darkness isn't a joke,
because the darkness arrived,
because the darkness decided to manifest it's self inside.
because the darkness took away your voice,
because you cannot hear a cry,
save me
Jul 8, 2016
Jul 8, 2016 at 3:52 AM UTC
everyday I ask the same old boring question,
"How are you?"
and everyday I get the same old boring reply,
"Alright"
everyday I know the same old boring story,
"No, you aren't"
everyday I get the same old boring excuse,
"I'm tired"
everyday I follow the same old boring pattern,
"Really?"
everyday I get the same old boring lie,
"I'm fine"
everyday I learn the same old boring truth,
"My friend doesn't like me"
everyday I ask the same old question,
"What happened?"
everyday I get the same old reply,
"They won't talk to me"
everyday I still ask them,
"Can I help?"
not everyday I get the same reply,
"Yes"
everyday I ask the same question,
"How are you?"
and everyday I get the same lie,
"I'm fine"
and everyday I know it's a lie,
"Please talk to me"
and everyday they never reply,
"Please don't leave me"
and never do I get that same old boring question,
"How are you?"
never can I lie,
"I'm fine"
never am I told,
"Tell me"
never am I asked the same old boring question.
the question that makes someone feel alive.
Jun 4, 2016
Jun 4, 2016 at 7:41 AM UTC
a feeling,
so dark.
on a teetering edge,
slipping,
slipping.
falling,
falling.
a darkness,
you cannot escape,
the words hit you,
you fall further,
the darkness kicks you,
you still fall,
a hand,
you stop falling.
Jun 4, 2016
Jun 4, 2016 at 7:33 AM UTC
The hollowness of my chest
The centre it sits
Growing each day
Its power manifesting
Nothing can fill it
It is an endless void
Created from the endless torment
Those who were my friends
Those who abandoned me
Those who carved out the pit and remain deep inside
What did I do to you?
What did I do to deserve this?
Teachers
The sickly sweet smiles,
As if they know my life.
They dug even further,
I did nothing
I obeyed
I listend
Family
Moulding me to who you want me to be
Something I can't
I'm sorry I am not perfect
I'm sorry my sister is
I am not you
The pit was completed
Everything buried inside
The last part created by my happiness
Buried at the bottom never to return
Mar 20, 2015
Mar 20, 2015 at 5:12 AM UTC
Silence
Nothing but silence
Alone
Alone in the time of need
Nothing
Sitting in the darkness of the world
No one to talk to
No one to understand
Left out
Thrown to the side
Ignored
Always
Always
Alone
Mar 20, 2015
Mar 20, 2015 at 5:09 AM UTC