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The nights, they are
So long, and
The days so
Cold
My thoughts are a
Jumble, in this mess of
A head, darting
Back and forth, back and forth
Alternating between manic
Happiness and soul crushing
Depression as I sit on the
Bed where I last saw you
Walk away from me, away from me
Wondering why death seems
So tempting an escape and
Love seems so
Terrifying a fate
Emptiness filled her soul that day
Tired and beaten down
She ignored the world that day

As the light faded outside her window
The darkness falling
Bringing the darkest of thoughts to her mind

As her family lay peacefully sleeping
The full force crushed down on her chest
She lay in her bed tears rolling off into her hair

Her lips pressed to her teeth by a shaking hand
To stifle the sobs trying to escape her stomach
Now filled with an entirely new emptiness

She lay in her bed
Alone with tormenting thoughts
And she sank herself
1680

Sometimes with the Heart
Seldom with the Soul
Scarcer once with the Might
Few—love at all.
like a redheaded tiger
i too have stripes
red ones on my wrists
thighs
forearms

like a tiger
i can stand the fire
red hot welt
on my freckled forearm

like a tiger
i have claws
they are
silver
i cut at
that which harms me -
me
i earned them
I just want to be skinny
For
My collarbones to appear
For
My spine make itself known
For
My thighs shrink to half their size
For
My stomach to stay ****** in on its own

But I feel as if it is always fighting a losing battle
And until I touch perfection
I cannot stop my destruction

*I'm sorry, but you couldn't possibly understand, so I'll leave it as my secret to keep
everyone's poems are of love
beauty, how happy they are
and mine are of my reality
darkness, lost, sad, real
i want to die
and you are all saying
how you love your life
im glad im the only one
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