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It’s an ache in my head, I close my eyes and it stops My stomach hurts from twisting pain, stress and rot Trembling in existence, it’s real and not a prop It hurts all over, may I stop this? (STOP!) I know I’m not okay, though it’s hard to accept no one will notice this stupid pain should I just throw all of my work away? Now I’m thinking too much may I be sent away leave me now, so I can decay My hands are cuffed I’m dragged towards fire I’ve burned before, it’s my desire but people here want to be higher? My hands unlocked, marks on my wrist as I grab a rock and try slashing through my skin That does not work, so here I lay my hands at my neck, while I just sway only still I haven’t slipped away they say "your heart is pure; you have potential!" but that is wasted when I’m down the stress hole So I stop working, I stop trying But they send to my desk to work on something Only, isn’t it horrifying? I’m never rested, but never tired always alert, pressured by thoughts that won’t expire So I lay here one last time suffocation as my hands grip tight memories reply, mostly bad but then one thing comes to mind.. there’s always more work ahead.
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Apr 8
Apr 8, 2026 at 12:46 AM UTC
This is Real
It’s an ache in my head, I close my eyes and it stops My stomach hurts from twisting pain, stress and rot Trembling in existence, it’s real and not a prop It hurts all over, may I stop this? (STOP!) I know I’m not okay, though it’s hard to accept no one will notice this stupid pain should I just throw all of my work away? Now I’m thinking too much may I be sent away leave me now, so I can decay My hands are cuffed I’m dragged towards fire I’ve burned before, it’s my desire but people here want to be higher? My hands unlocked, marks on my wrist as I grab a rock and try slashing through my skin That does not work, so here I lay my hands at my neck, while I just sway only still I haven’t slipped away they say "your heart is pure; you have potential!" but that is wasted when I’m down the stress hole So I stop working, I stop trying But they send to my desk to work on something Only, isn’t it horrifying? I’m never rested, but never tired always alert, pressured by thoughts that won’t expire So I lay here one last time suffocation as my hands grip tight memories reply, mostly bad but then one thing comes to mind.. there’s always more work ahead.
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Apr 8
Apr 8, 2026 at 12:46 AM UTC
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