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My life is now my delusion,
A world made of fantasies.
Happiness is no longer the illusion,
My life is my new disease.

No longer waiting to see what happens,
No more waiting on fate.
I will decide where it all ends,
I will show you all my hate.

You claim to be full of anger,
You spread nothing but lies.
Your time in my mind is in danger,
For you are whom I truly despise.

The look in your eyes is hard to handle,
It's almost something to be feared.
Is this true or just another scandal?
Where is your face--just mine I see mirrored.
done with the world, hbu?
i miss you and this is as much poetry as there is in me
By the ocean, standing alone, no one else but me.
I decided to jump, become a part of the never ending sea.
Swim far, far away never to turn back.
Swimming, swimming, swimming, swimming, on a different track.
Keep on going, far enough will always be to close.
All the failures of my past, never to be exposed.
Hurry time is running out, it is almost dawn.
By the time they notice I'm missing, I'll already be gone.
This is a message
To anyone that ever doubted me,
That never game me a chance
because I wasn't capable.
For all the people who said I would grow up to be nothing;
That I'd fail with every step I take.
To all the people that ever made me feel like ****.

You were right.
I've been thinking a lot lately about how far I've come and how short the leap of change really is.
You* think you're boring.
I* think you're the most exciting person in the world.
You think you're ugly.
I think you're the most gorgeous person on the planet.
You think you're stupid.
I think you're a genius.
You think you have flaws.
I think you're more perfect than anything I've ever seen.
You think you're not good enough.
I think you're the best thing that's ever happened to me.
No matter what you think, I'll always think you're amazing.
i am less than human.
i am a creature that breathes just as they do,
but i am less than them.

i love to believe that i'd fit in
and be a real human some day,
but the little scars on my wrists and legs
move up and become more visible,
screaming
     "here i am"
     "come see"
     "look at how well i can hate"

i am less than human,
where i am a museum of
lazy little razors.
You turned around and walked away

And that's when I felt it

I felt the walls around my heart crumble

I felt myself open up and become vulnerable

I felt myself begin to love you

Though it was all too late



Then I realized just what I had lost

And that's when I felt it

I felt the sting strip away the care

I felt the burn replace it with hurt

I felt the brokenness replace the walls with ashes

Though nothing it changed

Then I wished the wall had never been there

And that's when I stopped feeling
the phenomenon
of life is over rated,
and here is the end.
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