Hello Poetry
Submit your work and get some sparkles! Create free account
uhgsry
uhgsry
Happy Anger Depression The three stages of what I go through daily 1. I wake up, to the sweetest and most kindest human being. Feeling grateful for all that I have. Happy I’m living a life of experiences that have made me grow into the human being I am today 2. Mid day, few hours in, getting upset. Which turns into getting angry. Irrational decisions. Irrational responses. Starting arguments. Ending arguments in “I’ll just leave then.” Over something silly, over nothing. 3. My night, when my day really starts. I start feeling completely empty. Hopeless. Feeling like it would just be easier not to be here. Contemplating, with thoughts running through my head asking myself if it’s really worth it. Can I handle it this time? I have a deep aching in my heart and I just want to be numb. But I’ll go to sleep, at this point drunk or drugs running deep into my system. And in the morning it’ll all be washed away. Until it comes again. Every time, I don’t know how to prepare myself.
0
Jun 28, 2018
Jun 28, 2018 at 5:29 AM UTC
Borderline bipolar
A month ago you were there while needles poked and pinned my skin. There where secrets came untold and where I lied becoming untwined. You were only a face, a physical being in the present but not so in my presence. One who I was told to be careful around. For my physical being is safe, but the lively part of me, my whole being, feeling every existing thing, a wall was a safe bet. But it took less then a day. Realizing love can and does happen quickly. Our souls have become one, and I can feel a part of you in me. You are a beautiful one, your heart, the parts of you that hurt, your existence. One that I appreciate and can feel fully in my heart. I love you.
0
Apr 4, 2018
Apr 4, 2018 at 4:05 AM UTC
Love soulfully (unfinished)
You want a pity party but you're the one that slept with my best friend, you did it again when you thought might heart had mend You gave your apologies but not loud enough for me to comprehend
0
Oct 6, 2017
Oct 6, 2017 at 9:45 PM UTC
Pity party (unfinished)
I'm creepin, I'm crawlin, I'm creepin all over you. I know you see me, I know you feel me, creepin all over you. Hear me, Don't fear me, And I will show you what is true Don't tease me, I know you want me, creepin all over you.
0
Jun 22, 2017
Jun 22, 2017 at 5:29 PM UTC
Untitled
I'd never say I was your world, I don't think I ever was anything that close for you But I was in your world, I was in there for four years Thinking alike, doing things together 100% consuming you and what you gave, and what you didn't give. Consumed the happiness, anger, sadness. Consumed everything whole I was slowly losing myself and molding into a clone of yours Your own personal clown in your own little world. I lost myself completely. Couldn't begin to explain who I was, but instead explained who you were and your likes and dislikes. Now we are here, Separate in two different worlds and as I'm starting to find myself who I am, I'm starting to lose you and i am fading out of your world The sad truth is, is I don't mind. I can't feel I'll miss where I was who I was when I was with you I am ready to rid myself the pain you caused I am ready to be me I am ready to be happy and not be so ******
0
Apr 8, 2017
Apr 8, 2017 at 12:25 PM UTC
Untitled
I don't want to ask, because I know what he'll say I don't want to look, because I know what I'll find I'm afraid that the thoughts consuming me the thoughts telling me "He is the same person doing the same things like before" I'm afraid they're right, that they're true And I'm afraid that every piece of hope I had left hoping he wouldn't hurt me again, that he'd stay true to his word I am afraid that my hope will be disrupted And I will be in pain again I love him so, sometimes even too much to want to let go Even when knowing what the truth may be
0
Feb 13, 2017
Feb 13, 2017 at 2:15 PM UTC
When do I let go
The anxiety has gotten worse. I can feel it throughout my whole body Like a virus Like its trying to consume me, im afraid it is and im afraid i cant stop it. They say "Find where your anxiety begins and squash it" Id be squashing the one I love most. Id be letting go of four years, although these four years have been a roller coaster one thats broken down and tried to be rebuilt several times They ask "why dont you just walk away, its cant be THAT hard" but it is that hard and my anxiety makes the final call You see, my thoughts run through, come back, run though and get stuck every day, every chance my mind will let them Its all repetitive, the thoughts the feelings, the pain words, his words our false promises Its been repetitive and i feel ive grown immune to this virus and i feel ive made a home in it Dont get me wrong, I love him and i always will. More then he'll ever know but even then i thought it was enough for him not to cheat whos to say he wont do it again I now know what hes capable of He knows how to rid of his tracks He knows that i wont just look through his phone He knows ill allow it all to swallow me, have me cry about it later There comes a time where it gets old, where my insecurities keep asking who hes talking to or whos hes seeing while im working You see where my anxieties taken me? Love makes me go ******* mad. Good luck to all of you.
0
Feb 7, 2017
Feb 7, 2017 at 11:05 AM UTC
Anxiety, heart broken, swallowed whole.
In this day in age, I don't know anyone who doesn't know what it's like to want to die.
0
Dec 21, 2016
Dec 21, 2016 at 10:34 PM UTC
Simple truth.
I wish the thoughts that have made a home inside my mind walk forward and go a far I wish they didn't belong to me, but because they do I wish you knew them I wish you knew them as much as you think you know me because if you did, you'd know me quite well. but I don't think I want to give you that again for you've abused it one too many times and now the only thing that lies between us is a barrier that you caused, and one I've created
0
Dec 17, 2016
Dec 17, 2016 at 10:30 PM UTC
Untitled.
The best news I've heard in days, even months..sometimes I think in years my sister, creating a home inside her tummy for a beautiful baby bean creating a life.. just as i thought there wasnt a reason, a meaning to stay on the edge on contemplation, of suicide my heart, my head "you've got to be here for this baby" and I will. and I cannot wait.
0
Dec 12, 2016
Dec 12, 2016 at 9:58 PM UTC
The power of a human life.