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Hey 1d
Sitting in my room
Listening to my sad girl music
Thinking a lot
These aren't really poems anymore huh
loving 2 people on opposite sides *****
I don't want to choose sides
Look where I am
Things are okay now
but its human nature to hold grudges
What if?
Makes me go insane
Hey 1d
Sometimes I think I write to escape
Other times I think I write because theres nothing else left
Another day I might think I write out of desperation

But I think I write because it solidifies things
It makes me admit things I wouldn't admit otherwise
Its my own kind of therapy
One where I can write to strangers
people I don't know
yet seem to feel so much more comfortable telling these things
Hey Jul 19
I finally found my way out
No more blades, just tears
And before I know it
red slips down my arms again

An insatiable need
Now I write, go insane
because if i give in to that urge
that itch
I'd let everyone down
a disappointment

but all I really want to do is feel the blade dancing around me again
i'm better kinda
Hey Jul 19
Look at me, say your sorry
next thing I know its over
Pity like a dagger wrapped like a gift
soft words, sharp lies

You ask why I bleed let the red run me over
Why drawings line up my wrists
In blood red
Then you turn around and say things
Like you forgot I ever told you

I hate you but I cant hate you
I love you because you love me
sometimes I just wish you'd hate me
so i'd be free
so i'd be allowed to hate you
without guilt
Hey Jul 17
I don't know who I'm writing this to
maybe just someone out there
dragging themselves out of bed each morning
not quite ready to face the world
but too tired to stand the loneliness of the night no longer

Maybe you're miles, years, even livesaway
maybe you'll read this one day
and it won't feel so heavy
maybe I will too

until that day
cheers to whoever this finds
heres to a day where it ain't all so lonely
Hey Jul 17
Just wait it out
Wait until the fire burnt out
but you might just get singed by it
might just be engulfed in flames

Used to cry when I was little
used to feel so much pain
It was hard to hide it, hard to pretend
so i'd just cry on and on
Fight fire with fire maybe some water

Now though I just sit there
Wait till the fire burns over
Until it burns out
I've gotten so good at pretending I'm okay
I've even convinced myself
Hey Jul 17
Before I thought one day I'd wake up in bed
Happy with no problems
Peace lying right next to me
no more worries, no more weight
that was what I thought healing was

The older I get I feel like thats not it not even close
Healing isn't a place, a destination
Its a journey, a rhythm, an acceptance

Healing or at least what I think it is
is being okay with having the bad days
not letting them eat you up

Its not about perfect mornings
its about getting up each day
not forgetting what happened the last
but just accepting
but who knows maybe that'll change
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