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"why are we always trying so hard?" my eyes shift towards my mother, and i say "when we are going to die anyways."  
"beti," says my mother as she walks up to me and sits next to me holding me in her arms, she continues "it's because most of the time we're striving so hard isn't for ourselves, it's for the people we love."
i miss my mum so much <3
I can't act like I'm strong anymore,
I can't act like I'm happy anymore.
I cry to sleep almost every night.
My heart feels heavy,
Not only at 2 in the morning.
But also at 2 in the afternoon,
When I'm surrounded by people.
Laughing and giggling and,
Happy.
Now,
I can feel my life tearing apart.
I'm right there,
Sitting next to you
Laughing,
Laughing like I'm the happiest person alive.
But can you see
That I'm actually falling?
Can you see that I'm falling down?
Deeper and deeper,
As the darkness surround me.
Can someone hold on to me?
Can someone
.
.
Help me?
.
.
Please!
.
.

Anyone?
You can always tell a self destructive writer
By their poetry

Because sometimes they are redundant
And other times they are expressing pain

But they always tell a story of being hurt
And locked into their own head

But this my dear, is why they write
Because the person in their head is trying to get out

Self destructive writers
Are usually dark

But when they are light
They tell you how perfect you are

So that you don't do the same thing
That they did to themselves

Self destructive writers
Don't want you to make their scars
On your arms
To all those out there who are this way, trust  in your loved ones, you will get out of this. Thank you for encouraging other people to be who they are.
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