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 Nov 2018 Somewhatdamaged
raphæl
I hope you care
enough to share
the point of conversations.

Relax, start with a smile,
make it worth your while,
spread some good vibrations.

I wish you try to know
back what they ask you to show,
exchanging information.

Never forget the value
of asking back "And you?"
when answering all questions.

Look in the eye
for those windows never lie
about their deepest emotions.

Be kind, be real,
trust and let them feel
that love defies limitations.
Start conversations. Real ones.
 Nov 2018 Somewhatdamaged
raphæl
my head is in throbs
induced by the drink called 'her'
the ceiling stares back
the morning sun's painful smile
patches the hole for a while
 Nov 2018 Somewhatdamaged
Bree
You say you are listening...
but do you hear the pain in my voice?

You say you hear me...
but are you listening to my cries for help?

You say you can help me...
but where are you when I need you most?

You say I can trust you...
but are my demons safe with you?

You say you see me...
but do you see my scars?

You say you love me...
but do you mean goodbye?
 Nov 2018 Somewhatdamaged
kailee
us
 Nov 2018 Somewhatdamaged
kailee
us
love is still love
even with the bruises
the blood and bare knuckles

death is still death
even with the sorrow
the grief,hate, and tragedy

i am still me
even with the scars
the mental illness' and the past

why cant i be me around you?
is it because of the way we love?
or is it because of how he died?
 Oct 2018 Somewhatdamaged
bk
You love the smell of fresh apple pie.
You love the sound of the high tide shore break.
You love the way the guitar feels on your fingertips.
You love the feeling you get when your around him.
You love the way the sun sets at home.
Darling, you love so much.
But if I asked you to name all the things you love,
How long would it take you to name yourself?

B.K.
 Oct 2018 Somewhatdamaged
E Lynch
It arrives,
Unnoticed, unannounced.

Quiet,
At first.

Slow,
Seeping, dripping.

I put it down to a few stressful weeks.
I carry on.

It unpacks,
Worries, anxieties.

Gently,
For now,

Tiptoes,
Whispers, creaks.

‘It will leave soon’ I think ‘It always does.’
I keep going.

It settles in,
Getting comfortable.

Getting louder,
And louder.

Banging thoughts,
Insomnia.

‘Please don’t be happening again’.
I shuffle along my daily routine.

Claws in,
Insidious.

Screaming,
24/7.

Shame, worthlessness,
Hurt.

‘Please go away’.
I’m barely coping.

Growing roots,
Into my brain and heart.

Blossoming pain,
With every beat.

Emptiness, loneliness,
Abandonment.

Silence, Stillness,
‘I can’t move, I can’t cope.’

— The End —