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Phia May 2017
What happened to the little girl
The one who dreamed of fairytales
What happened to the little girl
Who played make believe
Who wanted to grow up to be an
Astronaut?
What happened to the little girl
Who thought the world to be a magical place
Who dreamed of reaching the stars and keeping
Them in a jar to light her way
Who dreamed of prince charming on white horses
Well she now lies in bed with tears streaming down her face
Begging to die.
She now paints pictures on her skin with a metal paintbrush
She's more broken than she is beautiful.
She no longer dreams of stars and fairytales
Now her only happily ever after is

Death
Sorry I'm a wee bit rusty with my poetry.
Phia May 2017
The worst part about it all
Is that it stings in the shower,
And I'm so sorry, if you're
One of the poor unfortunate souls
Who knows exactly what I'm
Talking about
I've recently self harmed, within the last 10 minutes of writing these few little thoughts. I need help. God please send help
Phia Jan 2017
I knew he didn't love me
But I adored him anyway
And even though my heart was screaming
I just couldn't stay away
Phia Nov 2016
I don't think my lungs like the taste of air anymore.
Phia Nov 2016
Maybe one day I can stop simply dreaming of happiness
and find it for myself.
Phia Nov 2016
Anyone else feel like they're
dreaming their lives away?

Anyone else sick of sleepwalking
through every day?
  Nov 2016 Phia
NV
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because all my heartbreaks hang around my neck like charms on a necklace,
i could easily turn into a noose.

and i try let these worries sit on my tongue until they become soft enough for me to swallow them whole.

but my heart,
my heart is barely beating,
like the hands of an antique clock,
someone forgot to wind.
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