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I know it isn't right,
but sometimes I feel it might be alright.
The urge is too severe,
like a curse...
I ruin all that was beautiful with us,
just for my own egotistical reasons,
maybe I'm not worthy of your love no more,
maybe it's time to move on to the open shore.

For both of us.
  Oct 2016 Pernille Augustson
Bob B
WHO are we really?
The person that we display
To others can’t be “real”—
We keep so much at bay.
 
Parent, sibling, relative,
Friend, acquaintance, foe—
Each relationship differs.
Do we ever completely let go?
 
Are you too guarded and cautious
To say what you believe?
Or do you speak your thoughts
And wear your heart on your sleeve?
 
Are you focused on you—
Whoever this “you” may be?
Are you truly aware of
The forest beyond the tree?
 
The incredible journey inward
Is a path that few people travel,
For once beyond the façade,
Self-concepts start to unravel.
 
Face the core of being—
Naked and alone—
And comprehend ideas
Previously unknown,
 
And come to the realization—
From whatever might befall—
That we are NOT alone,
But really one with all?
 
Our complex personalities
Are as varied as the books on our shelves.
How well do we know other people?
How well do we know ourselves?

- by Bob B
I need to change
For myself
For my life
For my friends
For the world
To live
True
Real
Meaningful

I will not die in vain,
I refuse
You can take everything away from me,
But not my words,
My words are mine,
and only mine to keep

I can write, I can sing, I can dance
You can try to break my soul,
But you can't take it away from me

I'm still breathing,
I'm still in the game,
You haven't made me lose yet

I have a willpower within,
That will always overcome your hatred
My words make me win over you,
Because they're filled with my soul

You don't own a soul,
So you're words will never matter
You will always lose,
Over me,
And everything,
And everyone else
It's called karma for a reason...

I guess it's true what they say
"You reap what you sow"
  Oct 2016 Pernille Augustson
elizabeth
It's hard to get along
In life when Depression's
Hold on me is so strong.
Holding me under and
Causing me to drown
In my own thoughts of
Worthlessness, shame,
Pain, harm, death, sadness.
They're overwhelming.
I can't sleep, can't breathe;
It's begun to affect
My relationships;
It's hurt me more times
Than I can count.
It causes other conditions
Like anxiety and OCD;
Which in turn causes
My Dermotillomania
And over-analyzing
Ways of thinking.
I'm so tired of it.
I just want to sleep forever;
Lay in his arms
And just fly away into
A beautiful dream for
All of eternity.
Please, I'm so tired.
Please, I beg you,
Let me have peace and rest.
*I'm...
So....
Tired....
October 14th, 2016
It was sad
Because every time she found a person that made her feel less alone
They left her to be more lonely than before
It was sad
Because every time she tried to tell someone how she felt
She thought it didn't matter
It was sad
Because she had been sad for so long she no longer remembered
How it felt to be happy
It was sad
Because she no longer knew who she was
Only a shadow of herself
It was sad
Because she felt like it was okay to feel like ****
As long as everybody else didn't
It was sad
Because while she was loving everyone around her
She was the one who needed to be loved the most
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