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It's 3 a.m, she's wide awake,
Everyone else is dead asleep.
In tears,
She tries to find someone to talk to.
None of her friends care..
The guy she likes isn't answering.
There's no one left.
So she sits in her room,
Drowning in her own tears.
She finds herself with a bottle of pills,
Takes one, two, four, twenty, fourty-seven, eighty-six..
In the morning everyone checks their phones,
She said good-bye to everyone over text,
But left a note for the only one who helped her.
No one could figure out why she took her life..
But the one who always helped her knew why.
{a.t.b}
R.i.p Valerie..
..
sometimes the beauty of a blade or a bottle of pills
is too compelling to ignore.
 Oct 2015 Morgan Floyd
Cody Haag
Have you ever felt so stressed, that the tears fell down your face,
And you didn't even realize they existed?

Have you ever needed love so much, that you cut your skin,
Just to spread numbness through your entire body?

Has it ever happened to you, terrible anxiety seizing your body,
And all you can think about is how sweet poison would taste?

Have you ever swallowed pills,
Just to spit them up as your loved one cries for you to stay with them?

They call it self-harm, and self-destruction, what we do to our bodies,
Yet it's brought on by the environments we're forced into.

The "self-harm" has never been my fault; not really.
It's brought on by this world.
I've only attempted to ease the pain caused by others.
Sorry for all of the dark material, guys. TRIGGER WARNING.
I saw him walk away
Before my very eyes

And i stood there
Stunned
Wanting to pull him back.

But i knew
He wouldn't want that.

So i let him walk away.
He never looked back
Not even once.

I knew he was broken
But he did not want
To be fixed.

He said men are not
Supposed to be broken.

So i watched him walk away
Wanting to tell him
That it's okay to be broken
It's not wrong to be hurt
Because pain is what makes us human.
 Oct 2015 Morgan Floyd
Kay Wright
Did you notice I didn't talk?
Did you notice I didn't smile?
Did you notice my dull eyes?
Did you notice my distant stares?
Did you notice my silent cries?
Did you notice my earphones always there?
Did you notice my work degrade?
Did you notice I started to fade away?
Did you notice I needed you?
Did you even care?
I was depressed and you didn't notice.
 Oct 2015 Morgan Floyd
Kay Wright
Looking around the room I notice many things
The way people move their body without realising it
How the clock's ticks are slightly off time
How the ones that are shown as smart work the hardest because things do not come to them as easy as it does to the others.
The ones who just don't want to be there and the ones who use school as their escape
The writing on the desks that is not neat but nor is it messy
The stains on the walls from feet, heads and hands.
How one fan spins slightly slower then the others
And then there's me,
The girl up the back corner with earphones in, writing non stop to escape the world and hide.
I'm the one no one notices, even though I notice you
Even without looking for it, I notice all that people just skim over or try to hide.
I notice everything but all I want is to be noticed
Nothing special but I'm back now
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