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I was the spotlight once
I was a star
Swelling with confidence
Outgoing by far
But mistake after mistake tore me down
I've been beaten into the ground
I had so many friends
But their tolerance met an end
And it's funny how I can be forgotten if I sit quietly
Nobody seems to miss me
No matter how grand my memory
Nobody seems to remember to see
How miserable I feel
That my mind can't tell what's fake or real
Hollow I am, just an empty shell
I was at the top, and then I fell
I just can't shake my misery
Or the memory of what I used to be
  Aug 2016 Błeeding Dįamøndš
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i'm tired of lying,
i'm tired of sighing,
i'm tired of trying,
i give up
and i feel like i'm dying
.
i have to come to the realization that you never really cared. and meeting you was a mistake.
I grazed your body this morning.
I was caught in the sweet scent of your perfume
Your sudduction was unlile anything before.
You are beautiful,
Maybe even too beautiful
I couldnt stop thinking.
You look at me
With those kind eyes
The kind that seems to whisper
Love me.
I long to see you
This dawn thats coming
Cant make me feel
This singing sensation.
You
Are in my heart
*will you stay for me?
One
One bullet
Is all it takes
*to make me happy again
She likes the smell of forgotten old books, the ones that are hidden in the library shelves.
She likes taking the books home and reading them all night long in her bed.
She will always take a book with her, no matter where she is going.
She can escape into fictional worlds, where she fights dragons and warlocks.
One day she hopes she can write a book, one day she hopes to inspire others.
Is it bad
That i want to be someone big
Someone great?
Because
All my life
I've felt like i've been in a bubble,
Aaaalways in trouble.
I want to finally become someone people like.
Right now i feel alone,
But somehow i feel like its the start of the end.
I want to build a fanbase.
I want to live
better
Do you think i can?
Another bad poem im sorry
Beaten Bitter Blood mouth.
Emo shutters through the walls.
Darkest dreams surface to reality.
Black eye
Strong guy
A club
And a kid.
All over
Here
In
This time
He pays
Price
$$
(Prison)
Sketchy motives
And a coffin
Left
For the
Morning
To clame
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