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jl Jun 25
it’s only in your head
until it kills you
~j.l.
and even then it's your fault
for not telling people
who never cared in the first place
jl Jun 11
the art of being relatable

~j.l.
jl Jun 11
alone and captive
by the four walls of my mind
there is no escape
~ j.l.
it's been getting worse lately
jl Jun 1
they're always there
for me.
a constant presence.
reassuring;
I know they
won't leave
when everyone else
will
I can count
on them
no matter what -
depression and
anxiety are my
best friends
~j.l.
jl May 17
choosing to be a poet,
to spill like this,
bleed like this,
cry like this,
my pain becomes an exhibit.
an exhibit for people,
people to walk through,
to walk and admire,
to admire and then leave
when they are ready,
leave and go about their day.
the thing is, no one
cares if a museum
is okay
~j.l.
jl May 17
what do I do
when i don't want to die
but
I don't exactly want to live?
when nothing
is loud enough
to
drown the sound
of my thoughts?
~j.l.
jl May 15
sad
you told me
to tell you
when i'm sad.
i dread the day
that you get
tired of me
being sad
everyday.
~j.l.
that's why when you ask
"how are you"
9 times out of 10
I reply
"I'm fine :)"
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