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  Feb 2016 m i a
effaced
i just want to die.
m i a Feb 2016
he invaded my heart, and body as well making the love in me unwind,

and dropping bombs of kisses from my ears, to my sides

slowly unraveling the wilder version of me from inside.
i usually dont write love-type poems, but this just came to me. ((ill probably delete this later if its taken to offense.))  <3
  Feb 2016 m i a
Secret Poet
Can't anybody see that I'm just a mess? A blue haired freak wonderin' the streets. Cigarertte in hand, blasting my bands and could give less of a **** about what you think.
I wish I had blue hair.
  Feb 2016 m i a
princessv
I often find myself wishing the best for everyone *except myself
I forget that the most important person in my life is me
  Feb 2016 m i a
mk
there was nothing beautiful about it
her cheeks lost the gentle blush
her hair fell out in clumps
her teeth began to yellow
nails weak and broken
lips bruised and bleeding
there was nothing beautiful about
her scarred arms
or swollen eyes
she wasn't lovely
she wasn't kind
she'd just gone
and lost her mind
there was nothing beautiful about it*
losing all her friends
being reduced to numbers on a scale
gpa or kgs
having her best friend give up on her
having her boyfriend yell at her for not taking care of herself
having her mother cry out in sorrow
having her little sister lose a role model

there was nothing beautiful in the pain she felt
there was nothing beautiful in her sadness
there was nothing beautiful
about waking up
to a dying heart

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the blood in my veins has dried
the spark in my eyes has died
my past self cries.
cliché 101 holla
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