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April Aug 2022
get up
brush your hair, brush your teeth
go to work
get home and sleep
get up
brush your hair, brush your teeth
go to work
get home and sleep
get up
brush your hair, brush your teeth
go to work
get home and sleep
get up
brush your hair, brush your teeth
go to work
get home and sleep
when will the pattern end?
all i want is to not get up
lie down and just, lay
not be responsible to go to work
not have to put effort in the way i look
i just want to barely exist
April Nov 2020
there was a girl,
surrounded by others,
laughing and joking with them everyday.
until one day,
they left her.
now she laughs and makes jokes alone,
but it isn’t the same.
April Apr 2018
I miss you.
I miss your eyes,
the way they crinkled when you laughed.
I miss your lips,
the smile that was always on them.
I miss your hands,
the way they fit perfectly with mine.
I miss your nose,
the way it scrunched.
I miss you, so, so, so much.
Do you miss me?
"The scariest thing about distance is you don't know whether they'll miss you, or forget about you." - Nicholas Sparks (The Notebook)
April Apr 2018
I once knew a girl,
A girl who loved to write,
she'd write poems, books, anything.

She's loved to write,
soon though she realized she wasn't a good writer,
so she started writing in red.
Red ink on the page,
the page that was her wrist,
her thighs,
her stomach.

I miss the girl who wouldn't write in red.
April Apr 2018
Emotions are as consistent as the ocean's waves
You won't survive unless you learn to go with them
If you try to fight the waves
You'll end up drowning
Drowning in the ocean
The ocean of sadness, depression, anger,
I'm not going to drown
I'm going to swim,
I'm going to survive
April Feb 2018
I remember your eyes,
How they sparkled when I made a joke,
How they crinkled around the edges when you laughed.

I remember your laugh,
How happy it made me,
How you'd slowly stop laughing then abruptly start laughing again.

I remember your hands,
How they molded with mine perfectly,
How you'd wring them together when you were nervous.

I remember you,
I hope you remember me.
April Nov 2017
I'm saying goodbye,
goodbye to the pain,
goodbye to the anger,
goodbye to the hate.

I'm not going to **** myself,
I'm going to change,
for the better maybe.
All I know is that I hate the way I am,
and I don't know how to change,
Can you help me?
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