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There are days where I couldn't
Mask my emotions any longer,
And I let it all fall.
I let my wounds bleed
With no sorry within my eyes,
While the demons fall heavy
From my mind,
Laying down into the pillow
When sleep does not come,
But I'm not asking to feel sorry
For me as it does no good
For anyone,
Yet, all I'm asking within
This vulnerable state is for someone
To hear me out,
And understand me.
...at this deadly hour.
Jay M Oct 8
Things I cannot believe
My idiocy
Things I shall never achieve
O, my idiocy
Things I shall never know
O, my idiocy…

Hatred and anger
Burning flames
Things I wish not to remember
Yet never
Never will I forget…

Who am I?
I am no one
An idiot of course
A fool, so naive
A child indeed
Unorganized, I am doomed
This curse, I assumed
Would leave me, but never…

Shall I ever be released?
O never, o never,
Shall I ever be set free?
O no, o never,
Shall I see the light of day…

Do you see me?
Do you hear me?
The sorrow and woe
The sorrow and woe…

If they ever saw me
For me
Would they leave me?
Or would they feel me?
Would they lift me up,
Above the clouds,
Where they flux so freely
As a bird in flight
Across the vastness
That is my mind

Do you hear me?
Do you see me?
No, o never,
Never it goes…

O, if you could see it
O, if you could hear it
The broken melody,
The bleeding heart,
The depths it reaches to…

O never, o never,
Shall I forgive myself
O never, o never
Shall I forgive myself…

- Jay M
October 8th, 2019
Creator Sun Sep 22
Hey.
If you're reading this,
Which you shouldn't be,
I just wanted to say,
You don't need me.

You don't need me.
I don't need to be here.
I'll just drag you down,
With my flaws and I-
I'll cause you to drown.

In loneliness.
With me.
I don't want you to suffer.
I don't want to suffer.
With you.

Is it normal to feel like
Someone else's shadow?
Is it normal to feel like a ghost
An ethereal spirit, disconnected.
Lost.

I'm lost.
At a loss of words,
lost in this game called life.
And I don't even know why
I'm pulling out this knife.

To hurt myself.
Ghosts can't bleed, can they?
Ghosts don't feel, do they?
Ghosts shouldn't matter, should they?
I'm not making sense, am I?
A continuation of the previous poem, I'm not sure if I like this. It turned out different then expected. Oh well.
Poetry thought me how

To bleed

Without the demand

For blood.
Breathe as i bleed,
Drink as i drown,
Dream as i die,
Sing as i sicken,
Leave as i love,

                 But dear love, please learn to
Love  someone who loves you as much as i did.



P.S: I Love You, forever and beyond.


                                          Yours lovingly,
        The one who misses you the most.
A gentle note/remainder to your loved ones to move on even if you are no more. Dedicated to a lost soul.
R.I.P. dear
Sometimes my heart really longs for the thorns despite the fact they bleed me red ,because
the  scent of that dark rose,
My dark rose!!,
makes it all worthy.
^_^
leo arden Aug 27
what is a greater yield to life

than to bleed your heart, etch your soul,

cast aside hatred without strife

and learn to love, so you may be full.
strife is a fun word.
10w
When I'm lost
I write.
When I write
I bleed.
Lost
Amulya Aug 8
There's no one without flaws,
Like a paw without claws,
Fall seven,stand eight,
You are not your mistake,
Learn from it,
Before it's too late,
It's ok to fall,
To cry and bleed through it all,
It'll all make sense in the end,
Trust the journey,my friend.
For someone who needs it, including myself.
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