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If I surround you
I will suffocate you
If I speak to you
I will deafen you
If I listen to you
I will silence you
If I fall for you
I will break you
If I breathe around you
I will **** you
Stay wary of all of me
 Jul 2016 Samm Marie
Jack Mandala
It is like I have been thrown into a washing machine and put into an endless cycle
You sing me beauty but feed me poison
I yearn to hear your voice but am tormented by your actions
You push me just enough so I don't fall, and leave me on a cliff hanger
Maybe it's because a straight line doesn't give me a heartbeat.
 Jul 2016 Samm Marie
Jack Mandala
Baby girl I know you have options
But take a chance with me and you'll see
You're what I need and breathe
As corny as it sounds
I feel sick and empty when you're not around
Every sip from the chalice leads you to malice
Please put down the bottle
And let's take our love to full throttle
Just follow through and I'll fix you
A quick poem for the girl who is killing my thoughts with every bottle she downs
I know
I know
you thought it was best
got news for you, *****
*it ******* wasnt
 Jul 2016 Samm Marie
Bailey
Feelings of dread
from words that were said,
tears that
I won't let myself shed.

I don't deserve to shed them
I'm not in the right position,
I don't have the right
to go on that mission.

Foolish tears they'd be
on the outside of me,
when I already knew that
I'm not the right need.

    I'm                                     hungry
   for this                              fantasy
in                     ­                  truth,
      I'm                                     starving.

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+
:(
you thought i could be replaced
*thats ******* cute
 Jul 2016 Samm Marie
King Panda
when you’re depressed you can get people
to mix you Arnold Palmers
or even
John Dalys
if you ask nicely
then you can get drunk
without anyone giving you ****
because all good depressed people
drown their grief with *****
and all good depressed people
die silently in doleful cloud
without drawing attention from
burping too loudly
or collapsing on a street corner
no
pain should be silent
with a tall glass of sweetened tea
a couple shots of *****
and a pencil writing furiously
the last thoughts
the last rights
the stencil of the moon
because all that will be left will be
a memory of you
standing naked in the mall screaming
I love you John Daly!!! Take me with you!!!
unfortunately
John Daly isn’t god
and he can’t zap
you from this earth
no matter how much you scream
you will always be a ghost on fire
drunk and afraid
wailing through the atmosphere
like a cat being held by its tail
you
the definition of good depressed people
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