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  Mar 2018 Hailey
Morgan Brehilt
Sometimes I think of killing myself
How the end would be so nice
How the darkness would swallow me up
And how the numbness would suffice
My need

For all the voices of the feelings
That constantly keep me reeling
To softly slow to a hush
As my brain starts tur-tur-turning into mush

How wonderful it would be
To have that powerful silence
Not even grasshoppers would bother
To wake me

My cells would stop dividing
My brain would stop the lying
Myself would stop denying
What I truly want

But but but
This is just a reckless fantasy
A way to elude one’s own reality

Because as I sit here on the floor
Tears drip drip dropping
I realize there’s those who care for me more
Cherish me more
Love me more
Than I love my own self

The crickets chirp
I put the pills down
Hailey Feb 2018
The debates and conversations about these horrid things
The judged and stereotyped mental illness'
The unheard opinion of the girl in the back
The thoughts that consume her as she sits in her class
The illness' hitting her hard and instantaneously

She sits in the back and can't help that she's being judged by her unknowing classmates. She tries her hardest to keep the thoughts low. She hurts. They're killing her inside and don't realize. They don't know the truth behind her smile, the issues she deals with while sitting alone. Oh the Horrible Things that she's dealing with.
  Jan 2018 Hailey
skyler
he may have broken her
but her eyes will still glow golden in soft sunlight
even if her cheeks are stained with tears

s.s
wish we could talk like we used to
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