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Dark Dream May 21
Matter of
For me
It is
But maybe
For you
They are all
Just a blur
And I
am but
a speck
Strying Mar 22
dripping on my page
I can't take this pain
my eyes blur
I can't even see the page anymore
and the writing is doubled unrecognizable lines

I want to disappear.

It's easier for me
to die
than to try

but every time someone asks me if I'm fine,
I lie.
im sad
so ******* sad
i literally say i want to die in front of my parents
it seems like no one cares
or if they do, i never say anything and they dont push hard enough to get me to open up.
RayRay Nov 2020
My mind is in conflict
My mind is lost
I am losing sanity of choices
Not too sure what is ahead
And why do strange thoughts keep coming back.

In moments of clarity, it all looks fine and rational thinking it IS fine.

In moments of irrational and blurry imaginative state I am confuse and unsure.

I hope I can make the right ones.
Kirsten Hunt Oct 2020
I wanted to leave.
Maybe fly high into space, reach for a star that as of right now seem so distant.

Can I fly without a spaceship? Maybe just drift into the oxygen-less void and let my eyes blur for a sudden death that in all honesty seems so calm, peaceful even.
Naveen Malhotra Sep 2020
She is in a sublated state
The pain never mitigates
This frustates, this frustates
She died intestate
Queer is mental state
This frustates, this frustates
The dead is alive in the mind
Day 'n' night, day 'n' night
Memories are black 'n' white
Vision blurs in the light
This frustates, this frustates
One orphans when parents die
Husband orphaned when wife died
This frustates, this frustates
Spriha Kant Aug 2020
Sometimes blurred hopes lie behind
scintillating eyes.
lua Jul 2020
the words blur
and swirl
and slur
these mumbled thoughts of yours
each sentence caught
in a murky sea
of things left unspoken
and all things that came to be
all things that fall apart at the seams
all things that rewind and disappear
and all things that come undone
in the end.
the days are blurring together
what is sorry
a word?
an act?
it's just a blur to me right now
no meaning
rose Apr 2020
life is an endless blur,
not yet clear
presumably until death
where perhaps everything becomes certain
life would then have an understanding
a meaning
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