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 Jan 2016 PB
Golden Girl
the hope
 Jan 2016 PB
Golden Girl
the only thing
we require
is escape.



when we
struggle,
when we
fail,
when we
are sad,
when we
are hopeless,
when we are
feeling worthless;
and whatever.



Hope is not what we feel
but need urgently.
It is not something
we have
and
it is not
something we earn.


It is something we come to realize
when our struggle reaches
off limits.
Only few can sense it,
many lose it,
little ones keep it
and
continue to struggle,
to win just
some day
as they see it
possibly.



When you have hope,
Even the word 'impossible'
is I'm possible.
just trying to encourage
#hope #depression #struggle
 Jan 2016 PB
G
Visitor
 Jan 2016 PB
G
The first day you came to visit,
you started with a simple "hello."
Those 5 letters made my heart race,
they made my hands tremble.
I knew you had arrived.

The second day you came to visit,
you said "I've come back."
Again, my heart raced,
my hands trembled.
But this time, my lungs gasped for air.
I knew you would come back.

The third day you came to visit,
you said "you can't rid of me."
My heart raced and my hands trembled,
my lungs were still gasping for air
but now I was screaming for help.
I knew you made yourself a home.

You were no longer a visitor.
I don't want you.
 Jan 2016 PB
saoirse
hope
 Jan 2016 PB
saoirse
you told someone today
that i never really cared
and they told someone
that told someone else
that told me

i told someone today
that i always care
far too much
and that i was scared
and i pray
and i hope that they will tell someone
that will tell someone
that will tell you.
a part of me hopes you'll never read this, the other prays you will because maybe then you would understand
 Jan 2016 PB
bones
She opens a window
and hopes for the sky
to fall in from outside
and it's tailwind bring

her the moon and the clouds
lined with silver, a crowd
of the finest of stars
and a spare pair of wings..
 Jan 2016 PB
Threadbare
Words
 Jan 2016 PB
Threadbare
I usually know how to say how I feel, but this sadness is too great
Can't write it beautifully, just cry
Every waking moment tears are streaming, nothing can stop them from falling

I wrote you a letter
That you will carry with you forever

I'm sorry
I cannot say
Or write
Anything great
My dad died a couple of days ago.

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