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  Dec 2020 Meadow
Parker
i can feel my heart slowly sinking in my chest,
and the only thing i can say is
its okay
  Dec 2020 Meadow
Empire
tw suicidal thoughts



As a child
I used to fear
Falling asleep
And never waking up

But now
I think about it
And it seems
An exquisite mercy
Meadow Dec 2020
FWB
I miss you.
I know I shouldn’t
We were just messing around
Having our fun
Fulfilling our need for touch
But I miss you
Sure I miss the way you taste and feel
But
I miss the way you look
The way you sound
The way you smell
I miss the way you would hold me
I miss the feeling of our eyes locking
And our hearts synchronizing
I know
God I KNOW
I shouldn’t feel like this
Because I know you don’t feel the same way
Ahaha yeah so there’s that
  Dec 2020 Meadow
Teyah Nichole
I can’t tell anymore.

Being outside                                                          ­                 Being indoors

   ***** laundry overtakes my drawers.two days dirt saturates my
  pores.texts and calls being ignored.avoidance of all commitment.
          
I’m scaring myself.
                                                              No­ one around to help, to witness.
            What to say of                                     i s o l a t i o n  
                                                             ­   If it gives me a different sickness?
For clarification, I fully support evidence-based medicine and this poem is by no means 'anti-lockdowns". It was instead written during a moment of mental weakness as a means to cope my rising anxiety due to being indoors for months at a time with very little human contact!
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