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Rain 1d
Will I ever recover?
From what you put me through?
Will I ever become a lover?
Or is that ruined too?

Will I forever be broken?
From what you said to me?
Will I eventually have forgotten?
Or is this just destiny?

Why is it that even now?
After months of no contact?
You still affect me somehow?
Every thought you still impact?

Why are you part of my history?
Why did you put me through this?
Why can’t I forget already?
Is this just how it is?
Rain 3d
I see the girl spaced out
Lost in her world

I see the boy who got scars
But laughs at everyone’s jokes

I see the loner falling behind
Wishing to be noticed

I see the life of the party
Distracting from his loneliness

I see the person reading this
Lost in poetry about death

I see the friendly girl
Always seems to be smiling
Rain Jul 7
I long to write beautiful words,
That convey love and things like birds.
Poetry inspired by life,
Stories and tales of overcoming strife.

Instead, the words flow from darkness,
Metaphors oozing harshness.
Words inspired by pain and death.
Conveying my struggles through every shallow breath.

Songs and ballads about glowing angels,
Not demons and monsters portraying dangers.
Hopefully, one day flowers will start to sprout,
From the dying fire, I only knew about.

Words of life and glittering hope,
Emerging from darkness, my blindness will grow.
Music of old heartbreak transforming slowly,
Echoing through my paper and healing mellowly.
Rain Jun 30
Run
Always chasing distraction,
Running to keep ahead.
Always to my next action,
My thoughts I still dread.

Studying till I can not,
And then wanting to get drunk.
Thoughts disappear shot by shot,
So I won’t get in a funk.

My feet start to tire,
I sit and breathe.
The thoughts consume me like fire,
Blazing and burning through me.

I try and get up fast,
To escape my own thoughts.
To avoid my harsh past,
But they keep up their taunts.
Rain Jun 30
We all need someone.
When we just feel done.
When we are left with no one.
When there’s no one left.
When I’m upset,
I turn to my pet.
My bunny, always stays.
Beside me and lays.
Comforting me through the days.
Looks up into my eye.
Whenever I cry,
Till my eyes dry.
Rain Jun 30
I remember,
Going back to class,
After taking the knife to my skin.
By knife, I mean the stolen box cutter,
From engineering class.
Meant to be used for cardboard.

I remember,
Sitting through class.
Letting that ridiculous long skirt,
Absorb my ****** pain.
Fearing, it would seep through.
And someone would see.
Although it never did.
And no one saw.

I remember,
Hiding in the bathroom.
For three periods in a row.
Clawing at my thighs,
Because the only tool I had,
Was a pen.
So, I wrote cruel things.
Promises, words to end things.
And when I emerged, glazed.
No. One. Noticed.

I remember,
How much I wanted them to see me.
To look me in the eye,
And see my suffering.
But, no one did.
No. One.
My painful memories
Rain Jun 17
Forget the past.
Run so fast.
Duck the forecast.
That’s saying it won’t last.

Maybe it’s wrong.
They won’t string me along.
Maybe it will last long.
Make me belong.

But just like before,
I’m the loser.
Getting hurt galore.
Feelings they ignore.

So back to my low,
The place I know.
Feeling hollow,
In my wallow.

I’ll strengthen my wall.
So even with a call,
I will never fall.
To anyone at all.
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