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broken poet May 2018
You meet someone
Ugh i hate them
You get to know them
They’re not that bad
You befriend them
Oh they’re great

You meet someone
Ugh i hate them
You get to know them
Oh my god *****
You forget them
Who was that girl…
You remember them
Oh she was a bully
broken poet May 2018
self harm…… I didn’t know what it was until fifth grade
i was oblivious to the demons that haunted people
i was so oblivious to the demons that would soon haunt me

i never believed in ghosts i thought that stuff was stupid
ghosts aren’t dead people that follow you everywhere
ghosts are memories long forgotten and long suppressed
  
i write every night in an attempt to cast out my ghosts
if i remember and accept then they have nothing left to cling to
but now they just cling to the aftermath of my pain

demons that feed on pain chase me
ghost that destroy  my sanity
monsters from my closet haunt me and when they catch me
I SCREAM!
broken poet May 2018
I am nothing but a untitled document
I am nothing but a piece of scrap paper to be thrown away when you’re finished
I am a note passed to the kid next to you then the next kid
I am…
I am…
I am a untitled document to be written on then forgotten lost in the sea of untitled documents.
broken poet May 2018
The voices
I always trusted them
Then they led me down the rabbit hole
I stopped trusting them after that

I couldn’t trust anybody but myself
Little girls were trying to **** me
Cats appeared and disappeared
Crazy men flew around with hats and needles

Tea time was alway on time and ready
The dormouse stabbed me
The hare rambled and little alice

Oh little alice was the worst she and white put me on trail and i was found guilty
Punishment death…
The voices
I always trusted them
Then i found out they for were against me and for little alice
broken poet May 2018
i say it over and over again
thanks        thanks         thanks
If you need me i’m here
thanks        thanks         thanks
You don’t have to but if you wanna talk
thanks        thanks         thanks
That’s really powerful do you need to talk i’m here you do
thanks        thanks       thanks
broken poet May 2018
I can’t blame it all on you
But you did knock over the first domino
I was depressed long before you came along
You just were a horrid ***** that pushed me over the edge

I can’t blame it all on you
But i can blame you for what you caused
I didn’t eat
I didn’t sleep
I did cry
        Every single day for 150 days give or take a few
I can blame that stuff on you
I did nothing you to
You are just a homophobic ***** that can’t cope with reality

I may hate you but most of all i pity you
I came to school and despite you i bloomed
You, you just wilted
I took my pain out on my wrists you just pent it up and someday you’ll combust
I pity you
I hate you
I grieve for you and your broken soul

If you going to heaven
Then i’m happy i’m gay and going to hell
Wouldn’t be able to spend eternity with your ugly face.
broken poet May 2018
Danger……
There are some different types
dangerous strangers
Dangerous monsters
Dangerous family
Dangerous friends
Dangerous dangers
                 I never assumed the dangers would come from with in
                 I prepared myself for the dangers that would come
                 The onslaught of fears that would come for me
                 Then the dangers started to creep in and i couldn’t fight them
                 They seeped from my bones and into my heart
I wasn’t prepared for these dangers so i wasn’t able to stop them from taking control
Couldn’t stop them from killing my heart and soul
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