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  May 2015 josin137
Justine
She sat alone,
With no one to hold,
Everyone ignores,
Because she’s wasn't well known.

Crying night by night,
With her pillow hugging tight,
Nothing seems alright.

Putting up a fight,
Even when not in sight,
Every day is a fright,
Without the light.

Demons everywhere,
Battling in silence despair.

Screaming and yelling will get her nowhere,
She just wants to be elsewhere,
The pain is everywhere.

She won’t let them in,
The demons within.

As it’s all just in her mind,
She recites to the wind.

She won the battle,
Bidding the demons farewell.

But they would always be prepared,
Lingering and waiting to be declared.
josin137 May 2015
You really shouldn't. Is there really no other way?

There's no wrong in feeling pain nor the thoughts of depression but it is wrong to surrender to the depression and pain that tortured you.

Why not leave it as it it? Endure through the pain and when time starts to heal, you'll be laughing and enjoying the win.

Pain are like rain:
It showers you and make you cold and after a long, lonely shower. It disappears and the sun rise again making you feel warm.

Cutting yourself, feeling depressed, everything you're doing that is making yourself hurt more. I don't know why you're doing this to make a memory of depression. Scars are something that stays forever, they'll remind you of the depression even if you have gone past it. Don't be so stupid, and let people help.

People are out there watching life past by, but why is it that people like them have to suffer a sudden chill when they hear you're hurt when all they always see are smiles?

Give it a thought, people are out there looking after you, loving you when you're not, caring for you more than you're caring for yourself, and feeling scared for you because you aren't doing it yourself.

Think about them, think about you.
I know it's painful but pain won't last and scars will.
josin137 May 2015
They say time heals,
But really, **time kills.
How long more do I have to wait for time to erase you ?
  May 2015 josin137
niamh
A disease
That rots from the inside
Out.
Turns a beautiful
Smile
Into a poisonous sneer.
Makes foes
Out of
Reluctant friends
And turns
Towers of strength
To crumbling ruins.
Flows through your
Bloodstream
Like poison,
And seeps from
Your pores
To taint everything
Around you
With shades
Of virulent green.
A useless emotion
That makes you wish
You couldn't
Feel
At all.
josin137 May 2015
But
If only I didn't feel this way,
The world would be a lot brighter,

But

It will also be a lot lonelier.
Sigh.
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