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 Mar 2014 stargazer
Miriam
i don't i don't i don't

but i am curious
and i want to know

what does it feel like to fall in love with another soul
to know their deepest secrets but still love them
and see the worst parts about them
but that only magnifies the good

what does it feel like when it's 3 am and you can't sleep
and not because you're lonely
but because you're not anymore

what does it feel like to become so vulnerable
that you would let another soul cut open your chest
and let them see everything you've kept hidden

what does it feel like to trust someone so much
you'd let them hold your heart in their hands?

i don't know

but what i do know is everything fades to gray
and people can ruin things and make mistakes

so what does it feel like when it all breaks
when the person you love stabs your heart
and they swear they didn't mean to do it

when they look at you and you look at them
but all you see is boredom seeping through their eyes
and they don't want to kiss you anymore
and the hand they hold yours with feels limp and lifeless

what does it feel like when trust finally turns into a knife
and the person you thought would never hurt you the most
would stab you over and over with all of their lies

what does it feel like when the person you love
begins to grow increasingly distant from you
and you can't do anything but watch
and just hope that maybe you'll get over it soon?

what does it feel like?

i don't want to fall in love

i don't i don't i don't
 Mar 2014 stargazer
Christina
Maybe if I
Step on enough
Flowers
Or
Break enough
Hearts
I just might
Forget
I'm made of
Broken parts.
 Mar 2014 stargazer
Christina
Deadly
 Mar 2014 stargazer
Christina
What's more deadly
A gun or a thought?

A gun gives you the opportunity,
But a thought pulls the trigger.
I think I'm suicidal,
Long sleeves to hide it all,
Empty promises shout out their calls,
Whilst walking down silent halls.

Sharp knifes kept in my room,
Lies carved on my tomb,
Blood splattered roses in full bloom,
Whilst darker shadows loom.

Guns kept in my bag,
They think I'm starting to brag,
Healed cuts start to snag,
They call me rude names like '***'.

They won't leave me alone,
I'm walking towards the danger zone,
Newly bruised skin on shattered bones,
Their voices mock me like repetive drones.

They don't give me time to think this through,
I can't stay any longer I'm turning blue,
I start when the clock strikes two,
This is the last of me its true.


As the clock strikes,
I jump...
And I keep falling...
No more name calling...
I'm free...
So I guess I was suicidal after all...
This is for a friend of mine who used to be suicidal because of bullying throughout her life because she was ginger.
 Mar 2014 stargazer
hkr
i've found it's impossible to
let go of someone
who's standing
across the room.
i was trying to let go of him while we were sitting in the same classroom, or bumping into each other in the dining hall, or sleeping in our separate beds at opposite ends of the campus. but the truth is we were too close. you can't let go of someone when they're so close to you, when you know you could run into them by just walking down the street. knowing i'll never see him again is all at once comforting and terrifying, because i'll always wonder what would've happened if i'd stayed. if we'd always been just a short walk apart.
 Mar 2014 stargazer
shåi
changes
 Mar 2014 stargazer
shåi
its quite funny
how people change
you think you know them
but you dont

its like
you just never know
what to expect

people change
they change all around you
like the leaves of fall
signifing the forthcoming winter

people just come and go
you need to learn to expect it
sometime they just leave your life
for no just reason

but sometimes life
doesnt give you
all the answers

(b.d.s.)
 Mar 2014 stargazer
Chris
Still am.
 Mar 2014 stargazer
Chris
Here I am, looking up causes for headaches
at 1 am
when I know it will always come back to you.
My hands found the bottom of the ocean
as I cleaned old movie tickets out of my car today.
I can see your honesty from here.
It took my composure on its way out the door.
I’m not bitter anymore.
I’m just tired.
And I’m tired of being so tired.
I’m sorry you didn’t stay.
I’m sorry that I apologize
for all the times you didn’t.
I keep forgetting these things
are not one-sided,
and so,
I’m sorry I gave you everything
for nothing in return.
You tasted like love,
and I was parched.
Still am.
It's terrible, but it needed to make its way out
 Mar 2014 stargazer
Lane Spanner
Depression is like a bottomless hole
Depression is wanting to go home when you're already there
Depression is being alone surrounded by friends
Depression is laughing the loudest while being the saddest

Depression is a bottomless hole
That ***** all life and happiness from your body
Depression is a bottomless hole in your soul
Depression is an invisible force that pulls you deep down into the hole

When you're at the edge of the hole
Looking down into it
The force grabs you by your feet and pulls you down
And the more you go down
More strength you need to climb up
And less will you have to do so

Depression is a bottomless hole in your soul
That ***** all life and happiness from your body
Don't let it pull you down completely
Do not reach the bottom
 Mar 2014 stargazer
Alice Kay
Is depression

supposed to

be this

wildly crazy

and painful

and bland

and worth

the loss

of tears?
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