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Whisper Feb 2018
All she wants is to fade away into the shadows
But the pain follows wherever she goes.
She wants to disappear,
To just not be here.

And as she sits on her bed looking out at the full moon,
She wonders, while she hears the peaceful calling of the loons,
How does the moon just fade away?
Every night, it's the same way.

She wants to fade away into the shadows
But the pain follows wherever she goes.
She wants to disappear,
To just not be here.

She wants to be like the moon
Disappearing each day,
Coming back each night.

She's too scared of leaving,
But staying is her worst nightmare come to life
She wants to be here for her mum and her dad,
She wants to be here for her sisters and her brothers.
But she wants to leave it all behind.

She wishes she could get into normal fights with her family
Little squabbles about whose jumper it is,
Or who did what chore.
Not over her not eating,
Or her hating herself.
She just wants life to get back to normal.
  Feb 2018 Whisper
Lluvia
It's all lies,
Never the truth.
The smile they all believe.
It's nothing but a mask I simply put on every day.
The smile they all believe.
The scars that hide underneath my sleeves,
unoticed by everyone else.
The smile they all believe.
The screams for help no one seems to notice.
The smile they all believe.
I go to school with the smile, they all believe.
Whisper Feb 2018
I am lost inside my head
Every time I lay in my bed
Waiting for sleep to wash over me
Sleep, that blissful nothing.

I am lost inside my heart
My emotions are tearing me apart
But that pain is nothing
Compared to how I constantly feel

I am lost within this world
This world of pain and insincerity
I wish someone would carry me
Back home to where I used to be free

Free from having to search my heart
In order to play my part

In the midst of this storm
I have to pretend to be someone
Who isn't me.
Whisper Feb 2018
People ask me what's wrong
And when I respond
With, "I won't say
because I want you to be okay,"

I'm given this sad, synthetically sympathetic smile.

I don't want you to try to understand what it's like for me.
I don't need your synthetic sympathy.

People say, "It's okay to be not okay,"
And its just more of your synthetic sympathy for me.

How long will it take for you to know
I will do whatever it takes to go back.
Back to being me without any synthetic sympathy.
Whisper Feb 2018
When I write these words
I'm not trying to be seen
As something I am not.
I'm not trying to sound like a deep, delicate, shattered soul.

I hope you know when I write these words,
My emotions take control
And leave me all alone
In the darkness.

When I write my poems,
It's not about some summer memories that I miss.
It's about my pain, my fear, my anxiety
Of ever trusting again.

When I write my poems,
tears flow freely down my cheeks
as I type without knowing,
But I feel every bit of the pain
that seeps through my fingers onto the screen and
into my words
  Feb 2018 Whisper
Lizzie
She sits alone in her room,
Listening to the sound of raindrops pounding on the window,
Demanding to be let in.
She cries in silence, for the pain she bares is too much,
She laughs with friends, flirts, jokes, alive with joy,
But in the end it's when she's all alone..
She chokes..
The crushing weight of dread, loneliness, and sorrow stab at her chest..
She wonders, when can she rest…
The voices are upon arrival, telling her there's no survival;
She pulls herself closer to hide the demons within..
But how can you drown them if they know how to swim?
‘Dunk them under’, they say, ‘smother them’;
‘How can I do that’ , she asks, ‘If they are inside me?’
As the rain pours louder, her heart shatters like glass,
The sharp edges cutting fast,
She asks herself,’How much longer can I last?’
As she takes the final slash
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