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 4d Lily
Flower
And suddenly
I don't feel so tough
And I'm still the same girl
Who wrote you that letter
And cried
Because it didn't change your mind
 Sep 22 Lily
Jasper
I march
Into the valley of Judges,
Every eye cast down like a shadow
Upon me walking by.
There's no
Sun. The end
Comes
Slowest. There's no
End
In sight. My prints
Leave negatives. The shadow.
Darkly saturating. I look up
In fear of these monsters
At their smiling, squinted
Friend-masked eyes -
What could I do for you?
And the imminence
Of this moment
Tears through
My defenses.

Th-thank you f, for reading- goodboy-I mean
Goodbye, sorry sorry.
Social anxiety in a nutshell
 Sep 20 Lily
Kai
Quit
 Sep 20 Lily
Kai
I watched the control slowly slip out of my grip,
Life slip out of my hands.
I could feel the weight of overthinking while trying to quit.
Stay clean.

But self harm gave me control,
So what is it really?
i want my poetry to get good again omfg
 Sep 20 Lily
Kai
Burn my poems
 Sep 20 Lily
Kai
I used to burn my poems,
Seeing the words fade into smoke,
Now i bury them in notebooks
My mother will find
After i'm buried.
i kinda like the fact that if i do **** myself my mother will see all of my poems and see exactly where she went wrong
 Sep 18 Lily
Eric Bergeron
The sky has seen all versions of you.

It sees you when you are brave and strong,
Also, it sees you when you are a complete mess, falling apart at the seams,

And yet, the stars still shine brightly for you at night, because you are beautiful.
And no matter where you are at, you are worth it.

Just remember that during the times you break and are at your lowest.
You are worth the good things.
The stars shine for you, even when you are a mess.
They believe in you
I believe in you.
 Sep 18 Lily
Sunamin Tamang
All rebels of light
We know not death
We know not life.
But if we rise today
Tomorrow’s heaven
Will shine so bright!

Set fire
To the devil’s parliament!
No—no more
No—no more tears
No—no more lament.
 Sep 18 Lily
daphne
forgive me for my desperation,        
but i yearned for him like no other.        
and if this deep longing is my damnation,      
oh, please let me be his lover.
 Sep 5 Lily
Dorothea Daisy
There is no knife that cuts my skin

Just too many bright reflections

Good words are screaming from within

And blood might help confessions

I’ve read so many similar words on here

In some weird way that fills me with fear

I can understand it’s romantic, I guess

But for once in my life I wish to hear less

Little red drops, they won’t help the pain

Big chunky bracelets on your wrist

It makes you feel like you’re insane

Yet still you remain, and still you insist
I feel like this sounds too optimistic and unfinished, but maybe that’s the charm? or not? feel free to share your opinion
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