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 Sep 2016
Allyson Walsh
doors: heavy
one small window
searching for
a frantic heart

mixed emotions
drive: uneasy
commotion
a tender friend

girl, sedated
small arms bandaged
aid: belated
a worried self
For PM

I never thought I would have to ask myself what I would wear to your funeral. Now I have.

What do you bring for your friend to a psych ward? Everything is so triggering. To be a solid rock is no small task.
 Sep 2016
Poetria
I'm realising things
and something keeps hurting
and nothing really makes sense to me
except that dreams can plague you
and thoughts can shake you
and talking has never been easy
but it's alot harder talking to you now

I'm realising things
and I'm holding onto promises
and the more I come to realise
the less I really know for sure
and maybe it's time you moved on
because the weight of maybes are crushing
and the sound of this silence is deafening
and I'm realising things.
I'm so sick of myself these days.
Why aren't you.
 Aug 2016
Traveler
I could see there was nothing left
It was over between us
Yet I must have sat there for years
Staring at the broken pieces
Void of thought and motionless
Disassociation can be
A peaceful place...
 Aug 2016
Cat Fiske
and you came back again,
and then the thoughts come back again,
and the world turned to **** again,
and my life felt worthless again,
and the coffee tasted bitter again,
and everything was bitter again,
and the voices came back again,
and I cried in my room again,
and I pictured all my mistakes again,
and I found my old photos again,
and I forgot how much I missed being loved again,
and I remembered all the terible things you did again,
and I cried even louder again,
and then my mistakes the followed came back again,
and my eyes got weak again,
and I thought about my friends again,
and then I figured they hated me again,
and everyone hated me again,
and no one came back to save me again,
and i'm alone to save myself again,
and I don't know how to again,
and my life feels meaningless again,
and its getting so hard to hold on again,
and I don't know who I can trust again,
and I'm not okay again.
and everything was wrong again,
and this keeps happening again,
and again,
**and again
eh
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