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  Jun 2015 anon
David Ehrgott
The truth is rarely honest.
  Jun 2015 anon
Justin S Wampler
With each word written
I'm ripping out the stitches
so that I may never heal.
  Jun 2015 anon
Aspen
it's almost 4am now and i keep
having small flashbacks to the
first time we hung out and how
you kept saying you were sorry
for where we ended up but i didn't
care i was just happy you were around
i've never wanted someone to stay
so terribly my entire life and that
day still makes me smile
anon Jun 2015
I write about every person who enters my life

thats why I never find closure
so I'm stuck in this infinite loop
of love and depression

the only two options I have left
is to stop living
or stop writing

but I live because I write and I write because I live
anon Jun 2015
~
That's the thing about dreams;
You wake up
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