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I am not enough
I know that.
So instead of keeping me
Let me go.
It hurts to be halved loved.
How do you move on from
The hurt and pain?.
Act like nothing has happened.

Forget the cruel words that can
Never be taken back.
When they still ring in your ears.

Moving on isn't so easy.
Because some things can never be
Forgot.

Saying sorry doesn't change anything.
It doesn't take the pain away.
It's easy to say sorry and never mean it.

I have tried to move on.
Knowing that nothing can be the same.
The trust is broken.

There's no way back from this.
I can't unsee what my eyes have seen.
I see the real you now.

The mask you wear can never hide
What I see now.
You can't see the damage you cause.

You call it support when it is
Really control.
I want to fly you want to bring me down.

You've hurt me too much.
You have went too far this time.
I don't need you now or ever.
I wrote this because I have a fight with my brother I wrote this in the moment as I am into that kind of poetry at the moment. In that moment and time I was feeling hurt and angry.
Does the dream die when
The the Dreamer dies?.
Can a broken heart love again?.
Are we really free?.
Dreams and dreamers have always been something that inspired me.  I offen wonder does the Dreamer stay in the dream or does the dream die
Broken hearts can be Mended.
Broke s life's can be rebuilt
Piece by piece.
Broken wings can be Mended and
They will take flight again.
Even bad things happen and they change your life you can rebuild and start again even broken things can always be fixed
It's scary what a smile can hide.
You can fake a smile.
But you can't fake your feelings.
I am not sure what to think or
Feel anymore.
Everyone keeps talking like
I am not in the room.
Hiding the pain holding back
The tears.

While they say.
It's just an act.
She needs to snap out of it.
She needs to get up and
Get on with it.
She needs a push.

I wish I was normal.
I wish I didn't feel like this.
I wish that I wasn't so
Broken.

I wish I wasn't the embarrassment
They see me as.
I wish the suffering in my head
Would stop.
I wish they knew how feels to
Be broken.

None wants to be broken.
None choose to be depressed.
It's feelings you have no control over.

I choose to be alone.
Burying my pain in lines of poems.
Crying where I can't be seen.

depression.
Is not an act you can stop.
It's not a feeling you can control.
It's a life long battle.

To me.
I am broken and trying hard to
Be happy and get through
The day.

To everyone else.
It just an act I am nothing more
Than an attention seeker.
I wrote this in the moment while I over heard two of the people I trusted the most talk about my mental health problem. I wrote this to release the pain anxiety and desspression isn't something anyone choose it's not an act either. It's a real thing that's hurts you and ruins your life
When night falls that's when the worrying thoughts starts.
I am good enough?.
I am trying so hard to open to up
But none listens to me.

I am trying really hard to be normal.
I am trying to man up as they keep
Telling me to do.
Fighting the darkness in my own head.

Waking up to the tired questions.
Whats wrong with you?.
Your too loud.
Your too quite.
Why don't you come round anymore.

Your not smiling enough.
Your not talking enough.
Your not laughing enough.
You not doing it right.

You need to speak up more.
You need to listen.
Your just being selfish now.
Do this so I feel happy.

I am more broken than they think.
Night falls and fear takes over.
My chest tights.
My hearts starts to beat fast.

I am depressed because the ones who are meant to help me.
Are the ones who are hurting me the
Most.
I wrote this for mental health day as I have suffer with anxiety and depression and today I had a low day and just wrote how I feel. Mental illness isn't an act and you just can't man up and get on with it.
The bad days are always hard to get through
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