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 Jun 2015 Margaret B
Creep
I guess my body has come to realize
That it won't see you in real life
At least,
Not any time soon.
It won't hear from you,
And it can't remember
What it was like to laugh with you,
To have an actual conversation with you...

It finally realized this,
And I guess...
I guess that's why it keeps trying to hold on,
Putting you in my dreams,
Making sure you are there
So I can never forget.

But with this,
The sadness always rolls in.
The longing of how things used to be.
The merriness of it all.
Come back home.
I miss you
By blink-182
 Jun 2015 Margaret B
ShadowMan24h
If I could take all this pain away
Use the rage of our youth today
Whose to say that it's you to blame
It's the people above you
The ones who say that they love you
Look what the world has come to
So now it's time to say '*******!'
If you care then they drug you
And no one's there when they numb you
Fill you with terror and crush you
Pretend they care as they shove you
So you look to me to find the truth
And what I say is what you do
But everyone you look up to
Is really as ****** up as you
Time is getting shorter
With these enforced disorders
And we get blamed and pushed around
So who's the ******* villain now?
Help, i'm trapped inside my mind.
I feel the walls closing in, i feel them moving closer from behind.
Figures of shadow loom over me.
I look and stare, what are these?
They look like me with sadness in their eyes.
You could tell by staring, they are all sad inside.
One shakes and shivers, like a child afraid of the dark.
Another is as white as a ghost, as bright as a spark.
Two look dark and blue, staring at each other.
They are separated, though they seem to need one another.
I look back around and see the walls are gone.
Maybe it was them, maybe they are done.
But i look to my sides and there they are.
These figures crowd around me.
Like that want to suffocate me soft and soundly.
Finally i realize.
All these figures, are what i am inside.
Haven't written much lately, but i'm proud of this.
There came a time when i finally realized.
there's no point in living this life.
I can't be who i need to be.
I cannot see what i hoped to see.
I try try and try again.
A vicious cycle to never end.
Endless hurt, endless pain and grief.
Don't you see what i mean.
I failed countless times.
Many more than would fit in this rhyme.
My point is i'm done.
I can't sleep and there's no peace.
This broken world doesn't really need me.
I wish i could just, give it up.
But, some won't let me, insisting my time's not up.
So i will sit here just awaiting.
The day when you are stating.
That I, have failed.
Why are these dreams broken?
when all these words are left unspoken.
Uncertainty killing those who care inside.
They are left to rot, left to die.
Why are their faces filled with sorrow?
They see no light, no tomorrow.
They beg and they plea.
Only to see cruelty.
Why do the stars fade from our eyes?
Is it because we are slowly dying inside.
Why are you sad, why can't you breath?
You are drowning in sorrow, please don't leave.
Why are we abandoned and left to rot.
Never to leave stuck in this spot?
Why do our nightmares overcome our dreams?
Because can't you see.
These dreams are broken, they are left unspoken, by me.
Time is a hallway, long and thin.
Open a door and see what's within.
See beauty or horror who knows what's inside.
Some are dreams that were left to die.
You will see laughter and glee.
And people who never were all they could be.
The disease of wallowing through time.
Is getting lost every night.
When you see someone who needs your help.
Do you spend you time or go someplace else?
Because the hallway is only so long there is an end.
Say goodbye to dreams, hopes, and friends.
For at the end of the hallway you see.
Is a coffin, waiting just for me.
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