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As I drift in the middle of this body of water

This vast abyss reminds me of our time on the earth


The waves unpredictable 

Yet you can see them coming


The sun cool at first

But then grows hotter

These people that either give you hell or give you help


This storm of bad fortune

Makes the waves grow taller
And the people grow smaller


As they go away to their shelters to leave you at sea

Because when this place is at it's worse

That's when you are left alone 


That's when you must fight the wind and the waves all by yourself 

To get back to where you belong
We're all mirrors in our fragile states
Enough pressure against us, our surfaces
Cause cracks across our faces
Some have shattered beneath
Shards of us fall to the ground
Mirror, mirror on the wall
Who's the most broken among us all?
Why is everyone mad and trying to start fights with me and
No-one wants to tell why they have a problem with me.
I have always tried to be there for other people so I don't understand why everyones mad at me and can't talk to me about it
not a poem
I'm tired of scrolling through my page and seeing the poems you wrote about me
I miss you
I wish i could be with you
I wish I would have told the truth to you
then we might still be together
living our eternal dreams, as you liked to call it
**I'M SO SORRY
Just Words
The worst #apology
more coming soon #Apology
No matter what I think about,
I can't get you out of my head.

You are the only one that I want...

No one else turns me on.
No one else is as handsome, smart, or perfect as you are...

Do I want you back?
A: Yes
I am what i choose to be.It might not always be what you want me to be.It's not that i don't love you or respect you...the thing is i also love and respect my dreams and my areas of interest.So if i choose to do something different from what you want me to do...it doesn't mean that i hate you...it simply means that i'm following my heart.I assure you that none of my actions are an attempt to hurt you or embarass you in any manner whatsoever.I am your son/daughter...and just like you've loved me..please also respect the choices i make in life...just let me do the things which make me happy.I will make you proud one day..i promise.
I don't believe in this thing called 'generation gap'...unless both the parties are hell bent on creating it.
Show me your wounds
The blood at your feet
The fear in your eyes
The scars cut in deep.
Scream your pain at me
Tear your lungs in despair
Lose your voice in the world
Leaving you without at care.
Fall to your knees
Smash your fist to the ground
Gravels digs into your knuckles
A familiar taste you have found.
Rain pours from the sky
Eternal clouds of gray overhead
You feel no cleansing in its touch
You're simply washing away with the dead.
Look to your side
Turn your eyes so to see
You're not in this alone
You will always have me.
See the bloodstains on my clothes
The scars cut in deep
The tears in my eyes
The pain that I keep.
I'll wash away with you
I'll share in your pain
I'll carry your burdens
I'm here to stay.
Share with me your struggles
Share with me your suffering
I want the cross that you carry
I want you, entirely.
We need each other.
Looking back at photos of me looking happy
A nice slim figure
No extra weight to carry
No face to be ashamed of

I have a house with no mirrors
Because I get disgusted by myself
When I happen to see a glare in a window
I only feel tears

"I'll call you sometime," he says as leaves.
That will never happen, ive so many times learned
He looked repulsed when he saw me
And my stomach just turned

Even my family feels hopeless
That one day I'll look lean
Around the table aouside we relaxed.
Later They hint I'm too fat
On my fat giant ***, the chair too small where I sat

Diets and cleanses
Jogging and biking is pointless
As fat just seems to add
I just get more sad


Nobody knows in the dressing room I cry
After rejection I sob
After a meal I feel guilty
When I breathe and I live
It seems so silly

But maybe one day I'll be happy and skinny
I won't be alone, eating won't feel like I'm sinning
So the mirrors that I threw out
The pants that are huge
The face disgustingly ugly
The way I look, I have no excuse.
You're not your dad.
Nor are you your mum.
You're only their daughter or son.
Try and learn from them.
But don't be them.
Be different.
Walk in some new shoes.
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