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2d · 446
Why I Stayed
You made my world so
Small and so dark that I
Got lost, and I couldn’t
find the exit
Oct 22 · 43
Ana Sweeney Oct 22
I’ve seen love die.

I’ve watched it
Wither, falter and
Rot, until there was
Nothing left but hate.
Aug 10 · 42
Ana Sweeney Aug 10
When I was angry
You told me to be soft

When I was soft
You told me to be strong

When I was strong
You told me to be silent

When I was silent
It only made me *******

Jul 8 · 20
The Ghost of You.
Ana Sweeney Jul 8
I see it.
I feel it.

It clings.
Holds tight.
To the atmosphere.

It whispers.
Softly, sweetly.
Through wind and tree.

In shadows.
Sometimes footsteps.
Is it following me?
Jul 8 · 44
Ana Sweeney Jul 8
Unlike you, I feel no
Peace in silence.

Unlike you, it offers
Me no rest, nor comfort.

Unlike you, nothingness only
Amplifies the voices in my head.

Unlike you, amidst the abyss,
They are my only friends.
Jul 7 · 67
Ana Sweeney Jul 7
Ingredients: Despair

Mix them all together, and soon
This deadly concoction will pulse
Through my veins, a relentless,
Ever-present fire spreading
Across every fibre of my being,
Eventually reaching it’s final
Destination, engulfing my very soul.
Jul 2 · 53
The Cure
Ana Sweeney Jul 2
Sometimes there’s no better
antidote for an aching heart,
than a walk through a ghostly
mist of rain, discussing all the
mysteries of life and love
with an old, true friend.
Jul 2 · 23
Little black book.
Ana Sweeney Jul 2
Come on, admit it.
You have one too.
We all have a little black book.
Within its pages, darkest secrets
Concealed alongside true your opinions
On what you really think of him or her.
A mausoleum of words left unsaid,
Voices unheard. But rest assured, inside these pages, you can be certain that each and every one of these thoughts are both secret and safe tucked inside your little black book.
Jul 2 · 41
Pursuit of Happiness.
Ana Sweeney Jul 2
Lately, I’ve been trying
to reinvent myself.

Determined to emerge
a, what is it they say?

version of me.
Jun 30 · 49
Addicted (to you)
Ana Sweeney Jun 30
Half the time I
Don’t even know
If I’m trying to breathe
You in or smoke you out.
Jun 24 · 189
A love story (10w)
Ana Sweeney Jun 24
Your words
Into my skin
It hurts
Jun 20 · 33
Ana Sweeney Jun 20
It’s 4:17 am.
I haven’t been to sleep yet.
Mind and body exhausted,
Yet my soul is restless.
Passing the hours in darkness
With the moon as my associate.
Until the time comes when he must
Set and I sit alone, in a dreamlike
Haze of lemon, and watch as the
Sun takes over, rising, as yet
another day begins.
Ana Sweeney Jun 20
**** this life.
I would’ve been
Better off in another one.
Or better still, not at all.

Year after year of pain.
Grief, heartbreak, abuse,
Depression, illness, loss.

A monotonous, never- ending  
Cycle. Black and white.
All colour that was once there
Has faded, slowly and completely.

I’m utterly done with this
****. Where’s the nearest exit?
May 26 · 338
Fool’s paradise
Ana Sweeney May 26
Day in, day out, I
gave my whole self
to you, heart, soul
and mind.
Every secret, every
darkness within,
illuminated and laid
bare before you.

Little did I know, that
the security, the safety
I found in you, was but
a result of the microcosm
you had built around just
you and me, cut off from
the world, and from life.

I know this is a cliché, but
they say love is blind, and
by God, did I learn that
the hard way.
May 22 · 846
The sad truth
Ana Sweeney May 22
Why does the right
thing always feel
so wrong?
May 10 · 52
All of a sudden
Ana Sweeney May 10
Something has shifted,
as though from my shoulders,
a weight has been lifted.

Like a pressure released
from within my chest,
my restless mind now
has time to rest.

My heart still aches,
oh, I miss you so, but
deep down I know,
t’was time to let go.
May 8 · 51
Famous Last Words.
Ana Sweeney May 8
I’ll never forget the night
we decided to split.
The air of melancholy
that descended at that
moment when we
realised the truth.

I’ll never forget that
splitting silence, it lasted
for what felt like forever...
Until it was finally broken
when you spoke those
famous last words
that nobody wants
to hear...

“Unfortunately, it just turns out
that we make much better
friends than lovers.”
May 4 · 71
Ana Sweeney May 4
I no longer recognise this

All sense of self,

Scraped from my heart
and soul

Like paint with a wire
Apr 22 · 65
Sweet Serenity
Ana Sweeney Apr 22
The sun rises and sets,
drizzling honey in
gentle kisses
passed from
Apr 20 · 137
I write...
Ana Sweeney Apr 20
Because (truth be told),
in the early hours while
the city slumbers, when all
is still and silent and the moon
keeps an ever-watchful eye, my
words are my only companions.
Apr 15 · 59
The Lovers.
Ana Sweeney Apr 15
Entangled in one another
Lips taste of sweet nectar
Skin soft as velvet
Sweat runs between us
Like a waterfall of rosewater
Apr 11 · 95
Cabin Fever.
Ana Sweeney Apr 11
Unplug the clocks.
Time is non-existent
Awake all night, tormented
With thoughts of the chaos
Both within and without,
Until it’s 5am and the birds
Arise, taunting me with the
Bittersweet melody of their
Chorus which commences at
Dawn, reminding me it’s time
To begin my own daily performance.
Ana Sweeney Apr 5
It’s day... I don’t ******* know anymore.
Locked indoors 23 hours of the day
A one hour slot to feel like a human again
Is this what prison feels like?
I’ve been trapped for so long
The four walls of my bedroom declared me insane last night
How much longer can I last?
I don’t ******* know anymore.
Dec 2019 · 68
I lost myself today.
Ana Sweeney Dec 2019

was it today?

was it yesterday?

**** it, I don't know

or care, for that matter.


What I do know is

I lost myself along the way.
Oct 2019 · 65
Not this time.
Ana Sweeney Oct 2019
They say you must burn down
in order to rise up
again from the ashes,
Yet, I am still here.
Been burned down like
London town, ashes
to ashes and dust
to dust, I'm afraid
I won't rise like
the phoenix.
Jul 2018 · 197
Love, Everlasting.
Ana Sweeney Jul 2018
Love with neither your
heart nor your mind, but
with your soul.

For even though your heart
may stop, and your mind may
forget, your soul will live
on forever.
Jul 2018 · 153
Ana Sweeney Jul 2018
In the space behind her eyelids

Nobody knows

Puts on a grade A performance

the pain never shows

Happier days now

outnumbered by lows

and the girl she once knew

Lives in the shadows
Ana Sweeney Mar 2018
“It’s different.”

“What is?”


It’s dull, faded... fading.

Like a memory or an old photo.

It no longer feels like her life.

It must be someone else’s, right?

She’s lost, a wanderer.

Like embers floating in the wind.


How did it come to this?
I haven’t written anything in a while so forgive this clumsy attempt.
Oct 2017 · 408
Teardrops in my notebook.
Ana Sweeney Oct 2017
Tired eyes look towards melancholy skies, the shadows offer me comfort, and the words I once wrote are
nothing but blurry black lines.
Jul 2017 · 739
Red Velvet.
Ana Sweeney Jul 2017
Sometimes I bleed because
red is a good colour on me.
Jul 2017 · 195
Ana Sweeney Jul 2017
I cannot tame the
ghosts inside my head,
so in poetic spirals of
ink, I set them free.
Jun 2017 · 545
When Dusk meets Dawn.
Ana Sweeney Jun 2017
The ghostly spotlight of the moon fades, and the sun rises, dripping rays of sweet honey over the rolling hills.
Apr 2017 · 777
Ana Sweeney Apr 2017
Why do we always get high
When we're feeling low?
Apr 2017 · 1.2k
Ana Sweeney Apr 2017
Each time you glance at me,
your eyes flicker perfectly, but
I often wonder what you see.
Apr 2017 · 682
Ana Sweeney Apr 2017
I can feel myself slowly slipping through the cracks, fading further and further into the distance, soon to become nothing more than a ghost, fabricated by their nostalgia.
Apr 2017 · 299
White Noise.
Ana Sweeney Apr 2017
There's nothing else
but you, me and our
bodies made of chemistry.
Mar 2017 · 1.0k
Ana Sweeney Mar 2017
I'm always forgetting
that what goes up must
Come down.
Mar 2017 · 604
Ana Sweeney Mar 2017
When we each come to an
end, we become one with
the Earth, and grow vast
fields of juniper and
Mar 2017 · 974
In my mind.
Ana Sweeney Mar 2017
There's an ongoing battle,
set in treacherous terrains,
so if I can't reset my brain,
I fear I'll go insane.
Mar 2017 · 1.0k
Message to a stranger.
Ana Sweeney Mar 2017
Maybe someday our
kindred spirits will cross
paths and ignite our lonely
hearts we thought would never glow.
Mar 2017 · 395
Ana Sweeney Mar 2017
A poet can truly see into
another man's mind, once
he reads over his words.
Feb 2017 · 561
Ana Sweeney Feb 2017
We fall for our own illusion of love,
When in reality, it will all be a tragedy.
Feb 2017 · 277
2 am.
Ana Sweeney Feb 2017
Last night, I slept alone
and got lost beneath the
mess of sheets without you
by my side, your skin on mine,
smoke lingering on our breath,
and beads of sweat dripping down
our spines like rose water.
Feb 2017 · 451
Catch my breath.
Ana Sweeney Feb 2017
These cyclic waves
of anxiety are constantly
crashing over me, I know
I act like I don't care, but I'm
slowly running out of air.
Jan 2017 · 233
Rebirth of a Poet.
Ana Sweeney Jan 2017
Even though Nature
Will eventually take
you, she will spend
the rest of her days,
creating wonderful
new things from you.
Jan 2017 · 430
23:58 pm.
Ana Sweeney Jan 2017
In my mind I
prefer to climb
to the top of the
highest mountain
than swim at the bottom
of the deepest ocean.
Jan 2017 · 165
Ana Sweeney Jan 2017
Is it just me or does
everything feel more
familiar when it's all
consumed by shadows?
Jan 2017 · 526
Ana Sweeney Jan 2017
Beneath the deep red
lava moon, against the
Charcoal sky, amongst
the stars and galaxies,
my love and I
will lie.
Jan 2017 · 435
The Secret Garden.
Ana Sweeney Jan 2017
Grow a garden inside
your own soul instead
of waiting for someone
else to bring you flowers.
Jan 2017 · 517
Looking Forward.
Ana Sweeney Jan 2017
The past year means nothing now,
it is written in the history books, but
here's to all the adventures that will
be had in the year to come.
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