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julianna Sep 2018
Maybe if you hydrate my psyche with a kiss, I won’t thirst anymore.
julianna Sep 2018
Skinny skinny
Thin and skinny
Shrink me down and make me skinny
Exercise or just don’t eat
Run until the furthest street
Why do I always feel this way?
Something’s wrong inside my brain,
It only matters what I weigh.
Skinny skinny
Thin and skinny
Shrink me down and make me skinny
julianna Sep 2018
I long for the day that I can unveil my true colors to you, whoever you are.
To just open up and be vulnerable.
Yes, I long for just that.
To the person I hope to see in my future, if they exist.
julianna Sep 2018
Nobody loves me,
Because they don’t know
who I really am.
And how can you love someone
Who doesn’t exist?
I hate this stupid, pessimistic poem... but it’s true.
julianna Sep 2018
you say a cuss word in your head and then you watch something that’ll hurt you and
then you blame everyone else for things you’ve done
you’re not doing well in school because you’re lazy
you’re so lonely, but you’ll never tell a soul then you want them to feel guilty for not noticing
but you hide your pain on purpose
you think that people hate you and they probably do
you’re being reckless for no reason
your emotions are too heavy for the situation
you write poems for attention
you used to follow your head but now you follow your broken heart
when you need help you don’t ask for it
your greatest downfall is lust
and now you’re nauseous because of how disgusting you’ve become
To the person I was and the person I’ve become and the person that I will be or won’t... I’m feeling hopeless and lost and I need help and I don’t know how much longer I’ll be this way
julianna Sep 2018
What’s the point of counting days
If they all blend together?
Pill one counts for Saturday, pill two is for Sunday...3, 4, 5, 6, until Friday.
And those are all my days.
Tomorrow will be like today
And yesterday like forever.
Because if anything is futile, it’s that futility is a fact.
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