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Mandii Morbid Jul 2017
Born to broken families.
We are society’s casualties.
Lacking true community.
There is no real unity.

We all live with false pretenses.
Constantly building our defenses.
Missing true connections.
Breeding false affections.

We live life through a gilded screen.
Afraid to touch, feel, or be seen.

We’re all missing something deep within.
We fill the void over and over again.
All in vain.
This game we play.
With nothing to gain.
Why does it have to be this way?

We’re just products of the everyday.
Nothing original left to say.
We just walk the line.
From birth to death.
Thinking, “Is this life truly mine?”
Since we took our very first breath.
Played like instruments, synced to the same old song.
But it’s all wrong.

Can we break free?
Look within ourselves and truly see.
The people we were meant to be.
Mandii Morbid Jul 2017
I feel like I'm slowly wasting away. Drowning, half alive, every routine day.
Can't stop feeling as if I'm slowly losing my mind.
Is this all there is?
I don't wanna waste another day, missing all those memories when my life hits rewind.  
There's got to be more than this. Another day, another mask to shade the pain, I've been sitting on this for far too long.
Tired of opening up just to get shut down.
This world just drowns me out.
I'm no stranger to losing, of all kinds. I'm not going to keep crossing those very same lines.
I'm getting too good at reading all the signs.
I'm tired of all these unspoken goodbyes.
I don't want to be a cynic, thinking all love is just lies.
Every little piece of me spent.
As they came and went.
All these "friends" and lovers that I used to believe.
Once upon a time I thought love was the meaning to it all...
Mandii Morbid Feb 2016
Don't go knocking on doors that were locked from you long ago. You lost your key, the locks been changed. The welcome mat turned down. Now take your leave and go. There's no warmth left to offer to you and there's a new fire to be stoked. You burned down all that was left as your choices cast you out and all that there once was, easily revoked, quickly through that mask, your real face uncloaked. I made my home, lovingly, we built it brick by brick. Together we laid the foundation to something that would stick. We work day by day to better it, layer by layer of paint, mending all the damages and repairing any rifts. Our dedication, ambition, our drive to succeed, it never shifts. You made your bed, now lay in it. Just let that all sink in, and go throw your petty fit. You must learn to make your own way and dig yourself out of that ditch, for no help will be offered here, your poor actions live through lists. Just know that now and forever that bridge no longer exists.
This poem was inspired by my significant other's past trying to claw it's way into his present and through the process of writing it I realized it could easily apply to my own exes or anyone else's for that matter. When someone ***** up and disregards your feelings and down the line realizes your worth, and then being selfish enough they try to push themselves back into your life. With no respect for you or the people you love. Thereby further cutting themselves out from even a chance at friendship. Some people do not seek out change nor do they try to better themselves, it gets to a point where that relationship is just no good. Relationships take work and nothing is ever perfect, but they require two people who want better and want things to work out and respect one another. It takes honesty. Commitment. You can't treat them like a game, with many lives to spare. You've got to nurture them and let them grow and understand there are two individual's feelings involved... In both love and life, it is best to always seek improvement but to savor what you have as well.
Mandii Morbid Nov 2014
I got a bad feeling about this.
Will I have to take a step back to take a step forward?
It's all so redundant.
I'm losing all sense of control, things are just spiraling down before my very eyes.
Moving out of the darkness, into the shadows of the past.
Trading one dark place for another.
No place to go.
People are fading away.
There are no simple solutions, just mindless delusions.
Lost in my confusions.
My heart is full of invisible contusions.
You can't see, my pain strapped away inside.
Sometimes I wonder, how many times do I lie?
To speak the truth, I have to say I'm a bit shy.
Though your ears I can't penetrate.
Inside, my heart grows cold and full of hate.
It's all in vain.
I've been lost in this bloodstain.
I just can't get over it.
That loss of life inside me.
This pain, that you refuse to see.
Maybe I'm just acidic, and each day this darkness grows unhindered,
a poison of bitterness and sorrow.
I just can't continue to trust that there is always tomorrow.
I'm vexed and forgotten, left here sullen and rotten.
I'm absolutely terrified that I'm losing myself and this other entity is taking control,
I'm no longer whole.
My soul is no longer my soul.
All I need is you to help me, but in reality you're no longer there.
It's just not fair.
This bleeding heart was mine to share.
But you are no longer there.
Stitch it up in solemn silence.
Alone, I'll find my peace of mind.
Alone, I may grow unkind...
All by myself to myself to find.
I just can't bare to leave you behind.
Mandii Morbid Nov 2014
I guess It's really over, this life we made.
It singed and scoured the clay in our hearts, though it was poorly molded. Still, this is not how I thought we'd fade.
Still our life was wrongly folded.
Foolishly smiling in the midst of all the pain, I guess with me there's nothing to gain.
This life has fallen, shattered on the floor, I just wish I didn't care anymore.
I guess our love was just a pottery class failure from the very start.
The proof is in my now broken heart.
Mandii Morbid Nov 2014
Every foot step, every mile, I sit there wanting to linger a while.
Hoping you'll call me home, by your side.
Where my heart likes to hide.
I feel it break a little more, it feels so tender, strained and sore.
Why is this just too hard for me to take?
Hard to ignore this bitter heartache.

I can't stand this.
Every mile I get away from you, makes me sick, feeling lost in nothingness.
I can't seem to hold off the pain, this town makes me go insane.
I hate it, I hate this place.
Here I feel I've got nothing to gain.
Nothing. Nothing. Nothing.
No place to my name.
Mandii Morbid Nov 2014
No flower can be fostered in this darkness, all consuming.
All alone and left to wilt, never blooming.
Each petal swept away, the face of death ever looming.
Crumbling to the earth, slowly the emptiness is so entombing.
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