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Aug 2022 · 261
Untitled
At what point on this floating ball in the universe will it start to feel like I matter.
Aug 2022 · 361
Alive
It’s when the lights are off and I’m in complete darkness.
Sounds of cars speeding in a distance,
My thoughts, not only filling my mind but the room too that I feel the most alive.
I just remembered posting here when I was in high school and went to look for something in my notes to post :)
Jul 2019 · 171
Untitled
I am losing my mind.
Oct 2018 · 220
Untitled
Throwing away our innocence hoping to find love in places where we were never meant to find it.
Oct 2018 · 182
Untitled
So much to say, not sure where to begin, where to draw the line and where to end.
Running
Out
Of
Time!
Aug 2018 · 168
unTitled
I miss you more on days when you think  I don't miss you at all
Jan 2018 · 190
Fool
Did you think just by telling me how much you enjoy my company I would instantly fall in your arms?
Well Im not a ******* robot, I wasn't wires that way.
Oct 2017 · 295
Untitled
"I love you" he said
"I know" she said
"That's all you have to say? " he asked in disbelief.
"I don't think it's considered okay to lie this early in the morning, so let's enjoy watching the sun rise and from there I'll  see how I'll feel in the next two or  it could be five years, then maybe I could give you the response that you expected." She said this, unaffected as she  looked beyond the mountains the sun was rising from, pretending to see a future she could never picture with him.
Oct 2017 · 116
A Cry Into The Void
I hate myself!
I hate myself!
I hate myself!
Maybe if I say it more than once, I'll stop believing the lies I tell myself each passing day.
The constant praises I give myself when I know my actions will someday lead me into a pit no one can get me out will be the reason for my downfall.
It has me wrapped around its finger and I no longer have the strength to uncoil myself.
Save me!
Save me!
Save me!
My thoughts are not coherent I just really felt like writing something.
Oct 2017 · 85
Untitled
Do you know what annoys me the most?
The fact that you're gone and all I think about is you!
Feb 2017 · 181
Lashing Out
It makes absolutely no sense to people that see me, that I am at ease with obsessing over nature. They don't get it, nobody does! We are born into a world where we are forced to survive when there's absolutely nothing worth living for. Is it just me who thinks life should be for those that want to live it? Those that have lives that matter in this world? People like us aren't meant to exist. We depress people with our lives, our mere existence could possibly be a waste of time. I don't care that they think I can be saved. 18 years of feeling like complete **** can't be erased now, it's a part of me now, a part I can't just let them take away. Depression seems to be the only constant thing in my life. I've had too many labels put on me, you better not dare try to remove any of them. They're a part of me already. Staying strong is for the strong, I was born weak. There's not much to live for don't you think. I didn't sign up to watch other people happy, I'm not going to sit around and wallow in my misery. If I'm not meant to be happy then good just ******* remove me from this world of happiness and put me with my people.
Feb 2017 · 250
Emotions
Everyone in the world
is as miserable and empty as I am,
they're just better at pretending.
Jan 2017 · 289
Untitled
Love!
Love!
I know you can hear me
I know you can see me
Hell I even know you can feel me.

So your mission is accomplished right?
You've led me to lose my sanity,
He told me he loved me,
You led me into believing it,
You told me to follow my heart,
Well it led me to the monster that haunts me every night.

The image of his face terrifies me
His voice lifts the hairs on my body
His odour suffocates me
In his presence I don't breathe
In fear of suffocating to death.

He didn't just break my heart
He killed it,
It's dead now!
He chose not to **** me
So he broke my heart instead, so I live with the excruciating pain every passing day.
He cursed me with an eternity of torture.
uurrggghhhh i can't finish this, but I haven't posted in a while so please like and comment :) i'm still very new at this.
Dec 2016 · 614
Scars.
Here I lie,
in the pool of my own blood,
as they tentatively watch me,
disallowing their hearts to beat an inch for me.

I sit and watch and wait,
for the day when my scars become theirs,
for my cries to be the only sounds they hear,
as they pierce their ears leaving trails of blood down their necks,
so in the end,
we will all become what our scars make us.

— The End —