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Emily May 2020
sometimes
it all just hits me.
and my thoughts start racing
getting louder in my head
as I slip down the wall
tears running down my face,
and I realise nobody is ever meant to be this hurt,
but
we all are
and it just comes in  
different forms
different ways
different demons
  Jun 2019 Emily
CursedIndigo
I don't know,
how to write,
a happy poem.
So I won't.
Emily May 2019
like always
i sit here in the dark
staring at the bland wall
while adjusting to the fast fading reality
that has become my life
04/19
Emily May 2019
faking the fickle fight raging on in my mind
trying to find truth but
fumbling further into the forest of feeble lies
04/19
Emily May 2019
the crimson blood slips from your veins
onto the bed with crimson frames
staining the wood deep red
so you'll forever stay in my head
Emily May 2019
paranoia
seeping through the scars in my arms
and into my b o n e s
second guessing myself as I stare into the dark abyss around me
waiting
for the demon to step into the light after haunting me for so long
whiplash
as I turn around to meet the presence in a cold stare
except there isn't anybody there

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