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 Sep 2020 Amanda fancy
Lexie
Falling in love with pain
Is either an ending
Or beginning
 Jul 2020 Amanda fancy
Lala
It's all on replay.
The leddar is broken.
Can't undo what has been done
The anger we feel it again
The pain we experience again
The joy it fades away
The line between reality,
and fantasy is now blurred
Memories uncategorized
Is it real or fake?
Makes you say something you don't want to,

To the people you love the most
You just blurt it out
And later hate yourself ...
 Jul 2020 Amanda fancy
Lala
Sit alone,
Stand alone.
Talk to someone
In the mirror
The devil I see
No, that is me.
It cracks and breaks
Because of my face.
the reflection,
Too overwhelming to take.


Eat alone,
Sleep alone.
Crowd isolated,
Own my own.
On the bed,
Roll to my left
Vacant, vacant,
No one is there.


Walk alone,
Fight alone.
Talk, and talk,
Don't say enough.
Hush, and hush,
You say too much.
In a fist
Hands shall be,
On your face
It will stick.


Live alone,
Be alone.
Laughing, laughing,
It's not mine.
Crying, crying,
Those are mine.
I'm alone,
All alone.
Human interaction is all I need.
I think,
And that's terrible,
I feel,
And that's even worse.
 Jun 2020 Amanda fancy
Lala
How can one, in a moment, be so drunk on happiness and the next be drowning in a tsunami of sadness?
 Jun 2020 Amanda fancy
Lanech
She vanished in the fog,
Without a final hug,
I saw the tears that drowned her smile and swallowed her might till it was all gone.
The woman within her,
How could she die?
The power she had,
The power of her mind.
The esteem she built,
The pride she had.
She lost to his lies.
She fell for his charms,
She fell so hard.
How did she lost her self so easily,.to the things that go with the season.
............@lanech.
Hands Cold.
Finally feel hard enough,
To protect my filtered soul.
Sins Told.
Surrounded by a little trust,
Enough to keep me sold.

The heatwaves pressed me down, sweating out my moral code.
The others watched or listened,
Breathing heavy but their judgement never showed.
Held on tight to warmth, let the thoughts pass as I rode.
Gripped so tight it burned,
Remembering the feeling and depth through the blankets I fold.
It was like pain of heat became enjoyment. Like, pain is normally bad, shouldn’t happen, so when my mind flipped that switch for sin, the pain didn’t matter either, and it felt just as good to enjoy a dog day...
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