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 Oct 2018 unnamed
Claudia
I can’t shake
This feeling
Of drowning
Pleasantly
Terribly
Honestly
Hopelessly

Hopefully

I want to cry
And scream
And smile
And tear my gut open to let out the millions and millions of butterflies
Because they hurt
So nicely
But so, so
Much

And I didn’t know you could really crave a person
Like this
Their presence
Face
Hands
Laughter
Touch
Voice

Their being

This scares me
And I don’t
For the life of me
Want it to stop
 Oct 2018 unnamed
Chloe
Like an old friend inviting you to come inside.
Familiar. Comforting.
It will grasp you in its arms and hold you close;
And when you're ready to leave, it wont let you go.
You will beg and plead to be happy,
and it will put up a fight.
It will make you think that the only way to escape it is to take your own life.
If you are lucky, you can break free;
and it will sit and watch you from afar.
Calling your name.
Welcoming you back into it's arms.
It will intrude your thoughts.
Make you think you are worthless.
That you're better off dead.
Just keep telling yourself that it's all in your head.
Keep moving. You will get far.
Depression is not who you are.
DISCLAIMER: This is only from my personal point of view and how my battle with depression has been. Even though I am trying to recover, the battle gets very difficult for me sometimes and I have to remind myself that I am not my mental illness. My mental illness does not define me.
 Jul 2018 unnamed
em
lessons
 Jul 2018 unnamed
em
why are all the poems
about loving someone else?
the one thing
everyone can do,
talking about it
like it's the hardest thing
you go through.
but I know
that's not the truth,
because the hardest thing
I went through
was learning how
to love me
instead of you.
All I am asking you for
is a hint to your metaphors,
What's written on the papers you tore,
'Cause I always seem to want more
All of them, even neithers and nors.

Another thing I want to enquire,
If you're in a place that's oh so dire,
and need a shrink who's free to hire,
Any work I have, meh, I will retire!
To spur you on, all humour & satire.

If you give me but a glimpse into your world,
Cross my heart I'll show you mine unfurled.
I was neck-deep into this person, she already knows how i feel. It's been a few years now since my confession, and i've moved on from her. We're still friends and i hope she'll always be happy, so here's a piece to always remember her by. To R.
 Jun 2018 unnamed
M-PAC
Do we belong together?
I don’t know.
As the days go on,
I can’t seem-
to let you go.
I think about you all the time,
Do you ever think of me?
I’ll sometimes forget you in reality-
Only to wind up finding you
In my Dreams.
 Jun 2018 unnamed
abby
Without you
 Jun 2018 unnamed
abby
The truth is
things have changed,
we've changed
We're not the same people we were 3 years ago
no matter how hard we try
and I don't think that's our fault
It happens,
life happens,
and things change for a reason,
because if they're not changing,
we're not growing
and maybe that's the problem
we're growing
out of each other,
not into the perfect life
we envisioned years ago,
but into new things
that are better handled alone
But somehow,
after all the change,
you're still the only one who can
fulfill my loneliness
my sadness
the empty space in my heart
And that's why it's so hard for me
because without you,
I am incomplete
 Jun 2018 unnamed
abby
What if I'm unlovable?
Maybe I'm too much to handle
Maybe it's not that easy
to hold my hand
I'm not always positive
and I'm always lazy
I can spend hours doing nothing
I don't always have motivation
I don't take the garbage out on time
Sometimes I forget to turn off the lights
There are a lot of things
that get on my nerves
I can be mean when I'm angry
or hungry
I don't always think straight
when I'm frustrated
It's hard for me to control my tears
when I'm sad
I'll let me alarm ring for half an hour
and I'll stay up till 5am
I'm not the best with making first impressions
My humour is too sarcastic
Sometimes I downplay
how much I love people
I've never really been an affectionate person
yet I expect affection from others
Maybe I'm not lovable
Maybe I'm not enough
Not worth fighting for
It's not worth it to go through high waters
to win my forgiveness
My feelings are too much to take care of
It's easier to let me go
It's easier to turn around and walk away
It's easier not to love me
It's easier to forget me
And that hurts more than you'll ever know
 Jun 2018 unnamed
abby
We are the ones who are hard to understand
We'll be the last ones in the movie theatre
because the ending scene made us cry
We'll stop to smell the roses
because they deserve to be appreciated
We are the ones who will take the time
to learn what keeps you up at night
We are the ones who will imagine
an entire future of adventures
with the people who show us love

We are the ones who will love you more
than we love ourselves
We will give you our strongest parts
in hopes that we can make things better
We desire to see you become the best you
to make sure that you always feel our love
We crave affection and appreciation
We give a piece of ourselves away every day
sometimes to people who don't deserve it
Our love is easy to take advantage of
and sometimes we don't get back
the love that we give away

When we hurt, we crumble and fall apart
We constantly have to put ourselves back together
We are more fragile than we like to give off
We carry our emotions on our sleeves
Our flaws have the ability to consume us
We aren't afraid to give you the world
but we are afraid to feel unloved
We want you to see what we see
We want you to understand where we're coming from

We are good people with good intentions
We are stronger than we believe
Not everyone can feel the way we feel
We feel too much, too often
We are not hard to love
We are something not everyone knows how to love
But you need to remember that
your worth does not change just because
no one is there to appreciate you, to remind you

You are not any less lovable
You are the most lovable person in the world
You are a light that the world needs
Your kindness is not your weakness
You do not need to change for anyone's acceptance
You do not need to stop giving love
just because you don't get any back
Your heart is the best thing about you

And one day when you least expect it
someone will notice you from across the room
and know exactly how to love you
They will think all of these things are beautiful
They will deserve the love you can give
They will fill the empty space in your heart
But for now, don't stop feeling
We are the ones who feel everything so deeply
We are the ones who can't give up because
We are the ones who will teach the world
how to love
We are exactly who we are supposed to be
 Jun 2018 unnamed
Alice Lovey
I know we've never been "together."
I know you said to move on.
I tried to be fine with wading this weather,
But the love in my heart still tells me it's wrong.

Now, I'm not saying I'm resentful,
But you did treat me like I was special.
Lately has been so uneventful.
And I'm starting to think this isn't a game...

I get a little jealous when you look at other girls.
I know we're not together, but... You are my whole world.
I get a little jealous when you talk about them too.
It's because we're not together, but...
You told me that you liked me... You told me that you do.

Now, I'm not trying to be weird, but call me, I'd give you my time.
Actually, I'd give you everything, cuz I just want you to be mine.
When I got too lonely, I'd just stare at your photos--
Soundless replacements for you, who knows.

You said I'm obsessive—come on now, don't play.
You like it when I'm open, you preferred me this way.
You said we'd be great together, don't think I forgot.
I cherish every sweet thing you said, so my heart doesn't rot.

Now I've deleted all of your things, cuz I can't bear to see your face.
My prized possessions... I should've given you space.
Why wouldn't you make me yours, like you wanted to?
Now we're apart, now we'll both just be blue.
And now I regret this—now I really do.
True, I'm a little weird, but we're both crazy.
I know what you're afraid of; I know it isn't me.
 Jun 2018 unnamed
Valerie
art
 Jun 2018 unnamed
Valerie
art
in a world full of colour,
i am a blank canvas.
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