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Eleanor Sinclair Nov 2017
A world unraveled by sorrow
A sun that will not rise tomorrow
A tear soaked pillow and sheets
A bright bubbly smile for every person she meets
A life full of pain
and dread

Her heart full of stains
and her brain all but dead
The anxiety rips her to shreds
fed up with the woe
Through the thick haze she treads
Many miles a minute
her mind races
In her own silly way
herself she disgraces

Autopilot set on repeat
the verbose emotion chills her
Down to her feet
Heavy limbs hang at her sides
as the long days go by
Her willingness subsides

When the clock strikes the hour, she abides
the torment and exhaustion she feels
keeps her pensive in thought
As she reels

Another day gone by in a flash
hidden emotions
Stored in the cache
Eleanor Sinclair Nov 2017
What a beauty you are,
My shining star
What a joy it is to live
And my heart to give
To you I owe the world
And every diamond or pearl

You’re in my every thought
To me, happiness you brought
You’re my paradise
The savior from my vice

You’ve always cared about me
It’s not hard to see
Your smile fills my heart
You inspire all my art
I laugh and cry with you
No matter what we do
I know you’re here to stay
I love you more each day

Until the end of time
Until the end of rhyme
I’ll be yours if you’ll be mine
Eleanor Sinclair Oct 2017
We've all had a fear
of the monsters lurking in the shadows
like ocean waves grasping the sands of a long forgotten beach
like sadness creeping up on an unsuspecting victim,
greatly within reach

The monster approached
here to take me now
"go away?" said I
"I don't want to die!"

They were standing there
in front of my face
staring into the darkness, peering
ready to take me to the place I've been fearing

Ready to defy the hands on the clock
no longer for me would they go, "tick-toc tick-toc"

These beasts are society
These creatures of stone

They make you feel lost
and sad and alone
then BAM all of a sudden
you're trapped in this hole

Escape is impossible
but you still set that goal

They fill your whole world
with anger and doubt
remember this though, there's no getting out

This hole it's darker than black
as quiet as a graveyard
there's no going back

You can taste the sorrow
and feel the despair
the sad thoughts and emotions
seem to float through the air

Tick-toc tick-toc
time has run out
despite the terror
you're unable to shout

Their vacuous eyes
their unspoken lies
this is the world
that we all despise

Have you ever had a fear
of the monsters lurking in the shadows?
of the creatures ready to take you away at any given moment?

Ah...neither have I...
Eleanor Sinclair Oct 2017
I could fight this till the end
I have a heart full of pain,
A heart full of dread
The devil, she sits
Across the room
She has long hair
A skinny body too
Mascara on
Now look at you
Sleepless eyes
No gap between your thighs
Your stomach is full
You just want to cry
"Are you not ashamed!?
of this image you hold"
Is this devil to blame?
No, now your body is cold
She smiles instead
"Finally, that stupid girl is dead"
Eleanor Sinclair Oct 2017
It was the darkest time of the night,
the moon was shrouded by clouds and hidden from view.
The cemetery was as silent as the bodies it held
yet in some way the mist seemed to sing a sad tune as I walked in between the tomb stones
of those already taken to a world beyond this one.
Time was a thief in the night for those lost souls
now stuck here, unlike the lucky ones
who got to escape to a better place than the one we live in now

The heavens are waiting, do you deserve them?
Eleanor Sinclair Oct 2017
Red
Depression is running through my head
Why am I alive, I should be dead
These thoughts, they cope inside of me
I'd much rather just set them free

These scars I've made
These cuts with my blade
I can't stop now, it's been forbade

I'm so close, near death now
The sorrow, the sadness, I'll soon drown
Anxiety, insomnia, the list goes on
I can't continue, this feels wrong

My life will end, I can see the light
It's finally over, no need to fight
The angels are waiting
My inner demons are dead

The depression is no longer running through my head

Roses are red
My blood is too
It's all over the floor and you never knew
My body is cold and lifeless indeed

My wrists they still continue to bleed
Eleanor Sinclair Oct 2017
In a locked bedroom
With a towel by your side
Slicing away the pain
Letting it seep from your veins
With a little piece of metal
Bigger than you could ever hope to be
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