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Stop
Stop it
Stop touching me
Stop talking to me
Stop breathing near me
Just stop
Every brush of your hand
Makes me feel as if there are ants under my skin trying to come out of my finger tips
Every sound you make
Feels like a million birds are screeching in terror
Every breath you take
Is one less time my heart beats
I shake at the mere mention of your name
My body aches from old wounds when i scroll past your picture
My heart races in fear when i see you glance from across the room
I can no longer take this
I can no longer breath
So might as well stop my heart from beating
Wow this is no bueno my dudes but thats alright sometimes ya just gotta get out the bad ones
 Jan 2018 Rj
mel
the nebula in you
 Jan 2018 Rj
mel
never apologize for the way
on your darkest of days
you may enter a phase
that feels a lot like
gravitational
collapse
you are an interstellar being
these broken parts of you
are star-glowing matter
the pieces have a path
they’ll always
gravitate
back
and when they do... their
new density will display
an even greater array
of the Light
That is
You
embrace your fragility
it holds your Power
to  t r a n s f o r m
..the same divine
ability is how a
nebula is
born
 Jan 2018 Rj
witchy woman
Past
 Jan 2018 Rj
witchy woman
I apologize,
for I am broken
and for all the things
I've left unspoken.
I criticize
myself, every time
you're around
for within myself I looked and reasoned
and there is not a cause to be found.
I am tainted
by my past renditions
left me in this strange condition
for more- is never enough,
but away these marred feelings I tuck.
But, it's okay
I swear I'm fine
I'm just losing myself in my mind
she calls me through sleep and time
to whisper horror stories late at night.
Lady Dressed in black,
disintegrating yet still whole
crying, as I sputter
shovelling dark, demonic coal.
Into the fire, she burns,
down beneath, revealing
something I never wanted to see
but she showed it to me anyway.
Held my hair and made me stay,
made me touch, made me play
made me say I like it
I swear I like it
I do.
it's really hard to describe
exactly what I've been through.
I've recited it enough in my mind,
I'd like to explain it to you.

I'd like to believe I could
if you were to ever bring it up.

but whenever I try to talk about it
the words always get stuck.
Does anyone have an experience similar?
 Jan 2018 Rj
Lexie
Addicted
 Jan 2018 Rj
Lexie
You tasted like death.

Such a sweet flavor
That my whole being
Craved for 'just a taste'
My tongue sticking
To the roof of my mouth
In anticipation

Just one bite
And it will be enough

Just one last bite...
 Jan 2018 Rj
Nicole
I wanna see the blood
I wanna see the pain
I wanna prove that my body
Is nothing more than a frame
My mind is screaming
Parts of it beg me to bleed
The others demonize those pleas
I just don't want to feel this way anymore
And I suppose it's my own fault
I know how I get
When I start drinking then stop
Maybe that's why I always overdo it
Because then I can get sick and sleep
Before this depression takes its hold
And sets my demons free
Digging and clawing at my mind
Until I do the same to my own skin
 Jan 2018 Rj
A
Death
 Jan 2018 Rj
A
I imagine it would be like the silence after you turn off the music
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