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kala Feb 2015
the unanswered phone calls and
the fake smiles
remind me why i don't
deserve to live
i cant be loved by a single
soul
lonely or fulfilled
i'm a leftover
a nuisance
a waste
it's a miracle if someone simply
acknowledges me
i know no one will care
when they wake up the next
morning and i'm
**gone
almost giving up
  Jan 2015 kala
Star G
I
dream
of
you
my
darling.
Can't stop thinking of you...
kala Jan 2015
i take glimpse of
your baby blue locks
only to find your
soul
shattered to pieces
though your sincere stare
only holds painfully aching
love and intimacy
found nowhere but here;
inside of my own dark,
blackened soul.
  Jan 2015 kala
Beebz The Queen
I tune the radio to a station I know won't come in.
Because it sounds just like the ocean to me.
And a fake ocean is far better than no ocean at all.
It sounds like a place so far away from here, so free.

I place blankets over my curtains, which are over my windows.
Because it makes me feel safe when I sleep.
And a bit of sleep is a lot better than none at all.
It seems this new habit I've formed, I'll keep.

I run outside every single time it rains.
Because the cold jars my lifeless body awake.
And some feeling is nicer than no feeling at all.
It hopefully cleanses me, for I know my soul's at stake.
  Jan 2015 kala
Daniel Mashburn
I've become addicted to pain. The kind that leaves you troubled, broken, and insane. 

I've become indifferent to shame. So cast out all your sins and let me shoulder all the blame. 

I've become distracted by flames. As I watched you burning out, I felt nothing- what a shame. 

I've become indifferent to rage. I've put the past behind me, I'm not bothered with why you didn't stay. 

I've become addicted to pain. Not the kind were skin breaks, but the one where the heart's ripped out its cage. 

No one said forever would ever be forever enough.
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