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 Dec 2017 Chloe
Angela Rose
One time I wrote a poem about you and it went viral
Now 6,000 people know you treated me like I was garbage
Now 6,000 people know how you hurt me without using your hands
Now 6,000 people are aware that you damaged my mental health more than anyone else
Now 6,000 people know that you made me cry every single day
Now 6,000 people felt my pain through my words
Now 6,000 people get to know that you did not lay a hand on me but still left me abused and scarred

One time I wrote a poem about you and it was so well received
Now 6,000 people support my every day struggle to stay strong
Now 6,000 people have shown love to me even though they do not even know my last name
Now 6,000 people are there for me in ways you never were
Now 6,000 people are able to talk about how they felt the way I felt and never want to feel those aches again
Now 6,000 people may have the courage to battle a villain like you
Now 6,000 people may be able to stand up to severe abuse like I finally was able to
Thank you all for giving me strength.
 Dec 2017 Chloe
Crystal
Dear Bipolar
 Dec 2017 Chloe
Crystal
You have been in my family for years.
A long history I have with you.
yet I know nothing about you.
I only know how you can make me feel.
I know that I can fall asleep so happy with myself and my life.
Only to wake up and want to end it.
I can go from confused to angry within a matter of seconds all because of the thoughts you put in my head.
You've got me wishing I was dead.
You've got me hopeless , lost, and scared of my own thoughts.
I have tried to make amends with you.
I have asked you to leave, but looking at my family tree I guess that isn't up to me. I am so jealous of those in my family that have not crossed your path.
I am so angry you chose me, because I want nothing to do with you, but you want everything to do with me.
Slowly I am understanding how you work, but it seems once I learn your pattern, you decide to make a new one.
I wish I was "normal" I wish I didn't have to explain to people in my life that it is not entirely up to me on how I feel.
I will not let you destroy me .
I will not become you, but I am now okay with you becoming a part of me.
I am not the best writer i know.
No one wants to play with a broken toy
no one wants to be with a broken boy
Drained
Strained
Going insane
Chaos in my brain
Trying to comprehend
No need to pretend
Don't care if I offend
I want this pain to end
 Nov 2017 Chloe
Angela Rose
Addiction is a funny thing
I was perfectly clean for years, sober for years
But I could smell the alcohol in the hand sanitizer at the movie theater
I went home and poured a ***** on the rocks with a lime
I have not seen you in ten years, but one simple touch of yours and I was an addict again
What I am trying to say is I think I love you again.
 Nov 2017 Chloe
Laura Warner
Hard liquor on my lips
Still doesn't burn as much as you
You may have left
But your taste lingers on
I drink to forget you
Yet every time i’m back in the same place
With your face plastered on my mind
Contradicting comments
And broken promises
Are all that is left until
Sapphire pools draw me back home
Back to the comfort of two arms
Open wide anticipating my return
But not tonight
Tonight I sit alone
Letting the cold poison trickle down my throat
Wondering what in the world went wrong.
 Nov 2017 Chloe
Marion
Crushed flowers are beautiful,
dried, pressed
not useful but certainly nice to look at
My sister affectionately called me a 'delicate little flower' one of the many times you made me break down, crushed from false accusation
until i eventually dried up
pressed myself until the pain no longer hurt.
I wondered why i had become such a fragile thing
shouldn't heartbreak build you up, a learning experience rather than reducing you to a few petals and a stem.
i feel more like a tree
green and great during the warm summer months
unaware of the freezing winter winds that will blow away all my protective leaves. barren. cold.
i hope someday i will become evergreen
beautiful, tall, luscious and full- pine or cedar or spruce
staying fragrant all year round

but for now i remain a daisy
nothing special
dried, pressed and crushed between these pages, within these words.
wrote this after my biology exam today
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