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Stacy Mills Feb 2016
Depression eats my soul like a snail eats algae,
slowly consuming and withering it away with time.
I want to crawl into a hole and burry myself in it.
I don't want to talk to anyone for fear my depression will be as a virus and infect those I love.
So i hide myself away in my room all alone.
A fate I fear that will always be the end result in my life.
To always be lost and forever alone.
Stacy Mills Feb 2016
I run my fingers through my hair
sit down in an uncomfortable chair
jump up and run around
zip back on a rebound
trip on the rug and have a great fall
take a breath and scoot down the hall
fly through the bathroom door
and sit down once more
do the deed that needs to be done
then I'm up and on the run
Ive got things Ive got to do
sadly none of them involve you
Stacy Mills Feb 2016
Have you ever felt like the tiniest piece of ****,
on the smallest fleck of *****,
sneezed out by a disgusting snot filled nose,
which sits on the face of the nastiest,
disease filled being in the universe,
eaten by a cockroach,
devoured by a rat,
consumed by a cat,
digested by a dog,
and shat out again,
then picked up,
flushed down the toilet,
torn apart by a crocodile in the sewer,
only to be caught by a trapper,
Then made into a pair of boots,
that stomp through manure all day?
Stacy Mills Jan 2016
This is exasperating,
This rage I feel towards you.
I don't understand it.
I want it to leave,
But only intensifies in your presents.
I want you to leave.
But I'm kind,
I stuff my twitching fist in my pocket.
You have no respect.
You have no guile.
You have no remorse.
Your voice makes my fist twitch more.
I bite my tongue.
How much longer can I hold my composure?
Is there no cure for your crazy?
Can't you just shut the **** up n leave?
Why do I have to bite my tongue?
**** that *****,
I've had enough!
Get the hell out!
My fist twitches.
I turn and walk to the door
Out, I point!
You stair dumbfounded!
OUT! I yell and point again.
You stand gather your things and leave.
I sit back down and try to relax.
Man I hope that ***** never comes back,
EVER!
Finally my twitching fist n wriled nerves ease and release.
At last home is comphortable again.
Just writing to release some stress
Stacy Mills Jan 2016
I'm stuck in a rut
I don't know what to write
I'm stuck in a rut
I don't think I'm going to win this fight
I'm stuck in a rut
with nowhere to go
I'm stuck in a rut
and I just don't know
I'm stuck in a rut
no friends to help out
I'm stuck in a rut
but too proud to pout
I'm stuck in a rut
but I can't make me frown
I'm stuck in a rut
100 miles down
I'm stuck in a rut
just going to contemplate a while
I'm stuck in a rut
but you're just going to see my smile
I'm stuck in a rut
But guess what, I wrote
I'm unstuck from this rut
As I end this on a positive note
Stacy Mills Dec 2015
All night tears got my eyes swelled shut
Fuzzies stuck in the blood where I cut
I wanna say I hate but I don't
I wanna sleep all day but I won't
I wanna talk to you but I can't
Jus don't wanna hear u rant
Feel like I lost my best friend and the love of my life
How can one person deal with all this pain n strife
Feel like my life is in exile
But u won't c my pain only a smile.
Stacy Mills Dec 2015
I woke this morning with tears in my eyes.
I couldn't begin to tell you why.
my bed is empty my pillow is the best.
it out comphorts all the rest.
my chin is held high
but still I continue to cry
with no reason or rhyme as to why.
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