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The internal pain
Has struck me again.
Turning me blue
Hating everything I do.
Taking me down
Hearing me drown.

But **** it,
I will never submit.
Peering through crimson curtains,
Into the life of someone new.
Peeling away their layers,
Until all becomes black, just like you.
Ink spilled from the needle tip
that slipped under my skin.
I didn't think, I didn't think,
it sinks in every time she cries.
I only suffered pin ****** and laser burns,
to her it stings continually
and sometimes stabs, stabs, stabs-
On those nights I want to take a knife
to the defiled flesh and cut like hell,
dig out the pigment, remove the skin,
but I can't, I can only say I'm sorry.
What worthless words,
stupid, worthless words
that can't do anything to ease her hurt.
She hurts, she hurts,
I'm the worst.
Daniel Magner 2016
You see the cracks on the walls
Oh how I've weathered so many storms
A few to many, have hit too hard
Leaving me with cracks
And scars from the past
Nothing makes sense anymore
These storms, they come too fast

☁️
 Aug 2016 LostInDreamsJW
ThePoet
In the softness
of my heart
In the hardness
of my mind
I'm searching
for my hate of
you, but love
is all I find

©
 Aug 2016 LostInDreamsJW
Hannah
Hi! I'm Hannah

You know me
But you don't know me

You know I'm small
You know I sail
You know I'm smart(ish)
You know I walk with you
You know I sit with you
You know I listen to you talk

You don't know my hobbies
You don't know I like puns
You don't know I love making my friends laugh
You don't know I can be talkative
You don't know I can be loud
You don't know me... at all

I'm awkward
I'm shy

I'm friendly
I'm talkative

What don't you know?
Why don't you want to know?
Why won't you talk to me?
What am I doing wrong?

Hi! I'm Hannah
If i told you i needed help
would you listen?
Or would your silence
Echo off the walls.
See my life is like a car,
Sometimes moving fast
And other times so **** slow.
If i told you i feel hurt inside
would you not just hear
but listen
to what i said
I need someone to care.
Im tired of trying to fight alone.
Im tired of trying to survive at a table for one.
If i told you
I cry all over my body
And each tear is a knife
And they are leaving scars on my flesh,
Would you cut me a bandage,
Sop up my blood,
Or leave me to bleed out.
If i told you
I was alone and my demons are taunting me
would you get me out
Or would you keep walking
or keep scrolling...
Im not begging for attention,
But one cannot be expected to be alone and silent like a life long detention.
If i told you
I was ready to confess everything
Come clean from my secrets,
Strip myself naked so you could see my imperfections
would you care even the slightest bit
Or are you so selfish
And so ignorant
To walk on
And leave this person to die.
If i told you i was ready to die
would you blame it in cliche,
Or believe it and save me from damnation

Its time to think.
It could be up to you
This isnt just my world,
Its yours, too
and dont you want to be
somebody
To someone?
I need you.
Because all of these "if i told you's
Are becoming
**im telling you
Help people. Dont leave them alone. Provide help. Depression is very real, and it is all around us. Repost if this means something to YOU
if only we would love  
with our eyes
closed
and our hearts
open

we would not see
the outer shell

we would simply
fall in love with
the soul
the spirit
the heart
before us

for the rest
eventually falls away
Thank you all so so very much for all of the wonderful comments and kind words. I am so very grateful. I woke this morning to so many emails.. i actually thought my Mum had finally managed to use the email account i had set up for her and had sent me some messages :o)
but no .. haha bless her heart.. :o)

So.... again.. thank you thank you all forever, for all the hearts and all the love..
i feel it ***
Look,
          in my homies ride i see through smoke half the time,
burnin down ounces faster than gas soaked houses.
catchin attention from every person we pass, reakin of grass
Police on our *** thick smoke makin em laugh,
can't hear **** over the bass,the knobs stuck on max.
Treble don't exist in this 96, playing instrumentals while i roll  joints thick with the flick of my wrist
This ain't our last ditch effort its what we doin daily *****
Black hoodie crew goes hard all black and red no blue
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