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  Feb 2019 ItxNotTrixh
SomebodyProbably
I relate, Rover.

My battery too, is low.

And it is getting dark

But it will be

Okay

...soon
  Feb 2019 ItxNotTrixh
jrae
If I sketched an angel without wings
would you be able to tell
she’s an angel?
The sky behind her would be pale yellow
The world below, gray
Like the color of the outline of her frame
I’d describe her face as angelic
Which is supposed to give it away
But maybe you’d only say she looks nice
  Feb 2019 ItxNotTrixh
jay
Roses are red
Berries are blue
She's for me
NOT FOR YOU
if by chance
you take my place
i'll take my fist
and hit your face
:)
THIS IS RANDOM. DON'T HATE MEH PLS
ItxNotTrixh Feb 2019
the words that used to fly from my thoughts
and onto the paper
seems to be crashing into a window
these days
they’re just not good enough
no thats wrong
thats it
they’re just
“good enough”
not “great”
not “exciting”
not any of the fancy words
that they use after looking
at a thesaurus
these words are just that
a ramble
a thought that never ends
looping
loop-di-looping
over
and over
andovernandoverandover
with no end
no beginning
no plot
no character
just a long blotch
of squiggles
and nothingness
mixed with a bit of confusion
sprinkle on the frustration
and there
you’ve baked the cake we all call
“writers block”

what the heck even is this
ItxNotTrixh Feb 2019
One more letter stacks the pile
One more *******, useless letter stacks the pile
"Dear Family..."
It starts
    Last time it was "Dear Friends"
       And the time before that "Whoever the **** is reading this"

You look again at the pile
You look again at the pictures
You look again at the memories
         And you slowly start to put the pen down
        But then you look again at the mirror
        And you see it
        And the words come flooding back

"what's wrong with her?"
        Drip
"You'll never amount to anything!"
                  Drip
"why can't you just be like everyone else?"
                               Drip
"You're not depressed, you're just a coward!"

Coward
The word echoes
             echoes
                     echoes
                                  through your head
Another failure
Wow.
So typical of you.
Why do you keep proving them right?

This is the point where you've always stopped
          Feet at the edge
                      Ready to jump
                                    But also, ready to run away
But there's something different about this night
That made the words hurt more than it should have

Maybe it was your parents
To whom you are just a sick puppy
Maybe it was your friends
Or rather
A lack of them

Maybe... maybe you just had enough
Maybe you were
just
so
tired
of people telling you to
Hurry up and be "fine"

But something
Anything
Made you brave
For once.

The last letter falls to the floor
As your hand goes limp

I
Am
Not
A
Coward

You think
before you mind turns numb

The last letter does not start off with
"Dear family"
Or "Dear Friends"
Or even "To all you *******"
like #26

The last letter
Only has tears
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