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Liz Feb 2020
What is sleep?
All I ever do at night is think
The thoughts moleste my mind
And there's no air left to breathe
Am I even loved?
Is it worth it still to be?

What am I even doing here?
I don't know my purpose
There's always someone loved more
Is this even worth it?
Is it worth it to struggle to socialize
With people who cant see
With people who don't care individually about me?

They say they do but everyone loves someone else more
1/29/2020
Liz Feb 2020
Skeletons in the closet
Poison in the cupboard
Strangers in the hallway
Life without a lover

Knives in the kitchen
Needles in the drawer
Pills in the dresser
A knock on the door

Brilliantly disturbing
I begged from him no more
"Hello, my name is Death,
And you're the one I've come for."
2/4/20
Liz Feb 2020
When your past holds you back
And your future is under attack
b r e a t h e
Today you are alive
The past is dead and the future dosn't  exist
But today you are alive
Breathe freely, knowing you have outlived your past
2/1/20
Liz Feb 2020
When your thoughts scatter
And you don't know if you matter
Don't panic

When laughter masks you hidden tears
And you suffocate at the thought of fear
Don't panic

When you want to die
And you dont think you can take it
Don't panic

Because even if the darkness devours
God's love overpowers
And gives you the strength to live

Don't panic
10/24/19
Liz Feb 2020
Maybe being sad is okay
Maybe I'm not supposed to always be happy
What would be the point of that?
Maybe I'm supposed to struggle
So that when I survive I can say I lived rather than simply existed
Maybe being sad is okay
9/2/19
Liz Feb 2020
Despite the poems, I'm at a loss for words
Can't stand to be alone, so I listen to the birds
They sing me songs I've yet to write
But I can't think up the lyrics, I'd be up all night
7/21/19
Liz Feb 2020
Today I cut my own hair
Locked in my room
Drowned in despair
My eyes are more green today

Today I cut my own hair
I'm always so tired
But sleep can't compare
Cause the noise sneaks through the door

Today I cut my own hair
I notice patterns in myself
Yet I can never prepare
For the lingering threat of the dark
7/31/19
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