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 Sep 2020 Sienna
Samantha Babe
My bed's getting colder
And so with the people I know
I hardly remember the warmth
All I can do is worry
It's not the same anymore
When you're stuck, you're not trying
Standing still when your world's moving
Crying in the dark corners, can't bear this feeling
I never felt so alone & lonely
I'm scared when no one's talking to me
Cause I can't trust myself when talking alone
I'm tired of always being available to some
Dried up from giving the energy
Wish I could love myself even more
Cause everyday feels like a punishment
What has left on me?
The negativity?
The anxiety?
Because I'm no more the things I used to love.
When days are hard
 Jun 2020 Sienna
L B
When I Get Sad
 Jun 2020 Sienna
L B
When I am sad
I get quiet

simple

Shake a little
on the inside
leaking to my hands

I get sad a lot
Hands shaking so I can barely write
Off somewhere inside
to some distraction
computer, ****, sleep, TV

There are no veins to open
words to fight
drugs to fix

Dying has a long-term contract

When I get sad
I get quiet

simple
 Jun 2020 Sienna
Jamie
Nine months
 Jun 2020 Sienna
Jamie
Nine months
Of blissful ignorance

Nine months
Of peace

Nine months
Of rest

Nine months
Of safety

Nine months
Of love

Nine months
Without heartbreak

Nine months
Of growth

Nine months... was all we got

What gave the World the right to rob us of so much?
 Apr 2020 Sienna
Phoenix-Rising
I say you are beautiful and
You say “you must have low standards”
I reply, “how can you think this?”
And instead of answering
You turn to hide your face
You really are the most beautiful person I know
 Apr 2020 Sienna
rk
beekeeper
 Apr 2020 Sienna
rk
it's been longer than i'd like to admit
since i last heard your voice
with your uncanny ability
to turn my blood into liquid gold.
i can no longer hear you
calling my name,
but i can still taste the honey
that poured from your lips
as i drowned in each sacred kiss.
- i can still feel you when i sleep.
 Apr 2020 Sienna
Noah Ducane
You always want to die,
You have many skull tattoos.
You listen to loud music,
You write poems
Like a deaf woman sings.

All your clothes are black,
"Black as my soul" you say,
You hate yourself so much,
You make it known each day.

You always want to die,
And cry that he's your saint,
But you don't call death with kisses,
It's clear to him, it seems,
How much you want to wait.
 Apr 2020 Sienna
Loveless
Bleed
 Apr 2020 Sienna
Loveless
And over time,
My pen stopped bleeding
But my heart didn't
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