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  Feb 2020 isla
Anastasia
die
if i can't live without you, then there's nothing left to do but die
isla Feb 2020
im afraid of recovery
because i’m afraid i’ll actually get better
i’m afraid i’ll actually want to eat
want to live
want to be happy
this hole that i’m in is as much of me as i am of it
it’s all i know
i’m tired being here but i don’t want to leave
im afraid of recovery
because im afraid of who i’ll be
and who i’ll see
when i look to this past
and wonder
why i was so afraid of recovery
part of a longer "poem". i feel as if i dont even write poetry, i just stack my thoughts in stanzas and call it a piece of creative work. i'm a sad excuse of a writer.
  Feb 2020 isla
basil
you are the
brightest
shade of black
that i have ever
seen
  Feb 2020 isla
Mark Wanless
i sent my mind into the universe
**** it
it came back empty
isla Feb 2020
you taught me "no"
after it was too late
you taught me foolishness
the thought of even having a choice
never occurred to me until after
you taught me "no"

intimacy is an impossibility now
thanks
Fear is consuming
I don't want to live
But I'm too scared to die
I wonder what I'm worth
If my life is worth anything at all

Depression is consuming
It eats away at me with it's acidic teeth
I have been poisoned
This is what depression does to me

Emotions consume me
Leaving me alone and afraid
Fear fills my bones
As I wonder what is there left to live for
Is there anything left to live for
Other than the rainy days that me feel right
And the way I feel on those lonely gloomy nights

People don't understand why there's nothing left of me
I have been consumed by everything I find consuming
  Feb 2020 isla
emru
and you will know
when the
clouds move quick
and the colors
of dark and light mash
and noise turns into silence
when the world seems balanced
perfectly even,
then you will know
that nothing is going to be
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