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I looked at myself
In the mirror
Crying,
Trembling,
Barely standing.
A glass of water
In one hand
And so many pills
In the other.
The voices in my head
Louder than ever
Screaming
Words of encouragement
And telling me
Everything wrong
About me,
Like I don't already know.
One pill
Two pill
And a well timed call
From a friend.
I'm here
I'm alive
But I feel dead inside.
"Piece by piece"
He said.
Now
With a fake smile
I walk out the door
To go to school
To pretend that I'm ok
And that
The voices aren't there.
I came the closest I ever have to killing myself yesterday.  My parents don't know that, they don't know anything. He's the only one who knows how bad I can get, and now you do.
They don't get it,
They don't understand
That it takes
So much
For a person
To get to the point
Of wanting to hurt themselves.
They don't get it,
They don't understand
How much
You have to
Hate yourself
To have that
Pain...
saving you.
They don't get it,
They don't understand
It's a reaction
To feeling worthless,
To feeling empty,
Numb.
So numb
That hurting yourself
Is the only way
For things to feel real
At least
For a little while...
But I do, bc I've been there, still am, in a way.
Hope you like the poem.
Despite the screaming in my head,
The tears in my eyes
"I'm fine..."
Is what I said
"I'll be there in a few minutes..."
Then I put down the phone
And ran into the street
My suicide
"An accident" they'll say
The perfect plan.

The average person lies four times a day,
The most common lie is
"I'm fine"

I nvisible
'
M arred
F ucked
I nsecure
N uerotic
E mpty
 May 2018 devante moore
Angela
you say i love you
like it was some kind of recitation
and i was fool enough to listen till the end of the recital
I could never tell you
exactly what's going on inside my head,
so I'll write instead.
Drown my thoughts in paper & lead.
Keep my hands alive,
and my expression dead.
 May 2018 devante moore
Virtuous
Don't tell me I'm pretty
Tell me that I'm passionate
That I have drive
Tell me that I make you laugh
That I know how to make your day better
Don't tell me I seem nice
Tell me that I'm kind and compassionate
Tell me that I'm not afraid to dream and to dream big
Don't tell me I'm perfect
Tell me the you love me despite my flaws
That you want to spend the rest of your life with me
Don't tell me I'm beautiful
Tell me that you'll be faithful and forever true
the tighter

you tighten the strings

the more feathers

fall off her wings
 May 2018 devante moore
mari j
i am so small
compared to the mountains
i am so little
compared to the sea
i am so tiny
in comparison to the islands
and i am so large
compared to what i thought i would be
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