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Melanie Cordova Oct 2015
We live in the slaughter house of our minds
We fight the war that rage inside our eyes
We see the fear that only builds inside
Melanie Cordova Oct 2015
Memories like rain in my mind
Drip, drip , drip
Over and over
Do you remember when your mom left? Well, of course! It's just another rain drop falling down my cheek you created
Everytime you ask me a question about my past
Your just creating a rain drop and maybe one day with all those "raindrops" I can keep them in a jar
Melanie Cordova Oct 2015
We are all untitled
We Amy have jobs
Or go to school
But we are all untitled
Yes we have a name
An a date
Be we are all untitled
Yes but we are all mundanes who look for a title that dosent exist
Melanie Cordova Oct 2015
Why do we say good always wins
Does that mean the demons we are fighting in our minds are good
Does that mean the voice that tells me I should die is right
If good always wins then why do we commit suicide
Why do we bully
Why do we treat people the way we do
Why
Please
Tell
Me
Why
We
Say
This
Not a poem just something I needed to get off my chest
Melanie Cordova Oct 2015
I see you
And
You see me
Right then
I realize
There are no happy endings
You look
At me
I look
At you
Sometimes I
Think
Were we the perfect two
Rain clouds as far as the eye can see.
Water pouring from the sky, drowning me.
I close my eyes, and shut out the dim, pale light.
I give into my sorrow, my starless night.
My eyes fill with tears, but they are covered up by the rain.
The blood drips from my body, and the water worsens the pain.
The pain shoots through my body, the worst pain I've ever known.
And i let out a scream of terror, the most weakness I've ever known.
I wait for myself to drown beneath the tide.
This time, why even bother to ask why?
I'm so far out to sea not a soul would hear me.
But then i remember, my mind is the sea.
My thoughts enclose me, trapped with no way out.
And then i stop crying, it's already too late, not a thing to cry about.
My eyes slowly close as the world fades away.
This time I'm asleep for good, I will not live to see another day.
A bittersweet smile finally crosses my face.
The muffled "goodbye" and I'm gone without a trace.
Here's another poem, even though I hardly ever upload.
Melanie Cordova Oct 2015
He cuts
They don't see
He screams
They don't hear
He tries
They only push him farther
He dies
They don't care
In the end we all are nobodies and when we die the world will still keep going
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