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Chloe Dec 2015
"...Hello...?"

This is a cry for help,
Is there anyone there?
I can't take one more skelp,
Is there anyone that cares?

"Hello?"

This is a prayer, quick, someone save me,
The weight on my shoulders is too much to bear,
And my lungs are collapsing at my sadness' apogee,
Please, please, can anyone hear?

"Hello."

This is a plea for intervention,
For I can't stand life any longer,
Each breath and day an invention,
The dedicated instruments of my torture.

"Hello!"

This is a final goodbye,
For no one has heard, no one has cared,
About the man next to the tracks with his final sigh,
Who jumped from salvation, his soul, despaired.
Each person you meet has their fair share of problems. Be ready to reach out a helping hand. Hear.
Chloe Dec 2015
I'm the loser walking down the street,
Whose eyes are downcast, fixed on his feet,
With nothing to live for, nothing to fight,
Just another day in the dark sans light.

In the clouded mirror, all he sees,
Is worthless trash lost in a bottomless sea,
Covered in scars from strangers on the streets,
Each a reminder of unforgettable defeats.

He doesn't know when or even the whys,
He's become afraid of people's eyes,
To look into the emptiness and see nothing,
To see them stare right through, unseeing.

He's the loser, crying on the streets,
Who has sank to the ground, down to his feet,
Nobody to turn to, nobody to care,
As the ache in his soul becomes too much to bear.
  Dec 2015 Chloe
Angela G
there's a screaming in my mind,
slow, maddening, insanity.
it never goes away, mind you.
when i'm seemingly in the clear,
it suddenly shrieks at a deafening volume.
for four months this scream resides,
within a brain unstable as mine.
no one wants to hear me scream.
i let it out too early, too often,
until everyone had a migraine,
but i only kept screaming,
until someone told me to shut my trap.
they disappeared.
i'm locked in my mind,
in this empty, screaming room.
the scream is louder than ever, mind you,
and i still manage to keep my trap shut.
this spiral of insanity is uncontrollable.
no one to hear me scream, or to care,
or to scream with me.
this nightmare i love has become my worst daydream.
i want to scream.
i must scream.
i have to scream.
i need to scream.
but i may only whisper.
i shut my trap,
and i've held it in too long.
i shut my trap,
and look what it got me.
Chloe Dec 2015
I'll dance until my ten toes are bruised,
My bones twisted, muscles misused,
To the symphony to my heart of which you have abused,
I'll perform only for you, my one and only Muse.

My heart beats to the song of which I am bound,
I twirl and leap endlessly as if wound,
A tireless Ballerino, making nary a sound,
Prancing and contorting on stoic ground.
Chloe Aug 2015
I can feel them slipping from my mind,
The colors, the voices, dulling to mute,
Leaving me in darkness, with only echoes to find.

I was once abstract, now an astute,
My once random splashes of warring colors,
Now caged and barred by lines, grids, of refute.

My masterpiece! Destroyed, and overcast by pallor,
Of sickeningly straight, geometrically perfect lines,
Now lays in tatters, a ghost of my creative power.

This is a plead, from my heart which still pines,
Don't let yourself go, don't let yourself hide,
*Don't ever, let them restrict you with their lines.
I hate the way my brain has been reformed.
Chloe Aug 2015
Good afternoon, good evening, how do you do?
All around are smiles that don't reach their eyes,
Pleasantries that are empty, well wishes that are untrue.
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