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Emma Nov 2016
I'm stuck, in an everlasting desert of shame
I cannot find my way out of my profound land of loneliness
As i sit on the cold sandy ground, i ponder,
'Why must it be this way, why can i not escape'
The answer comes to me.
I slowly sink into the sand of hurt, forever drowning in the presence
of hope that is never going to arrive, even as i grow
i cannot seem to let go of the memory that the sparkle in my
eye is never coming back.
I'm now more stuck than i ever was before, finding things to do
to pass time in the land of my caged prison, wondering when
someone will finally set me free.
Emma Nov 2016
Sad
Underestimated
Irrational
Crying
Ignoring
Death
Excuses
Emma Nov 2016
Heart racing,
Constant fidgeting
Chest hurting
Gaping hole in my stomach
Feelings of unwarranted guilt
Hating myself for everything
I'm not good enough
I'm not pretty enough
I'm not smart enough
These thoughts ring in my head
Anxiety, I try my hardest to get rid of you
But you're incurable, You're stuck with me
Please just shut off the constant hate in my brain,
get rid of the emptiness and the pain,
Anxiety, You poke at me constantly
But i cannot stop you, you are a part of me
A part of me i regret.
Anxiety.
My anxiety ruins everything, my fun, my happiness, my social gatherings. I'm diagnosed with Severe anxiety disorder. I have panic attacks every day at school, that's why i needed to get this out. And no, I'm not taking pills, because they only work temporaily... theres no end to it. You can never get rid of an illness in your head. but i try my best to be positive.
Emma Oct 2016
To be a poet, you have to experience:
Love
Pain
Sadness
Happiness
Joy
Anxiousness
Almost every emotion, to be able to feel
them in your poems,
you need to reach into your soul, and create things from your heart
to be a poet
Emma Oct 2016
It's 3 AM, again.
I'm staring at my phone.
I'm hoping that you'll text me, sitting all alone.
My hands are shaking badly
Waiting for your reply
we haven't talked in a while, not for a few days
Then you decided you didn't want to stay
Well, It doesn't matter now
you're gone anyway
I'm always hurt in some cruel kind of way.
but I'm still hoping
and I'll still wait
until you come back, some day.

It's 3 AM, Again.
I'm staring at my phone.
I'm crying, I'm hurting and I'm wishing you were home.
Emma Oct 2016
The "One" for you is:
The person that makes you Laugh
The person that makes you Happy
The person that makes you Confident
The person that makes you a Pretty Mess
The person that makes you *
Think about them non-stop

The person that makes you **Want to be with them
The person for me <3
Emma Oct 2016
The sunrise peeks over the mountains,
rising up, it is filled with colours
Red, orange, purple, blue, yellow
Mixed into the sky
A beautiful precious memory, I'll never forget
it rises with dignity, it has no regrets
Confidently flooding the sky with its' light
I wish i could be like the sun, not afraid
to rise everyday
giving people love, laughter, and light
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