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AAron Roz Jul 2018
I hate being alone.
I start to pull my hair out,
I see things,
I go insane.
Little by little.
Cut by cut.
Blink by blink.
Breath by breath.
Being alone, is my worst fear.
ElEschew Jul 2018
The sound of a sigh
From a lovers lips
It echos through the night
It reverberates through every cell
Creating a hum under the epidermis

Breathing gets heavy
Inhale
1
2
Exhale
The heart only speeds
When sweat forms on their skin
Adorn by salty appetence

This is the sweetest taste
Of lips on a secret place
Teeth clamped in skin
Lovers wrapped in sin
Bodies traversing what it is to couple
They'll lay quiet for quite a while
Bodies humming and hands intwined
Feeling forever  is this instant

Guiltless love
Uncontaminated by fear
They could spend eternity here
The day goes on
So do they
They hold forever
In their hearts and minds
Until after the end times
Amanda Kay Burke Jul 2018
It is harder than I anticipated
Going through each dark day alone
Will you please silence the suffering
Are you not tired of being alone?

Never have encountered such an ache
Cuts deep into every nerve
I want to say that its all your fault
But I think pain is what I deserve

Nobody is the villain, the "bad" guy
You gave an apology
I was naive for thinking
You wanted to stay with me

Only thing I regret
Not noticing something had changed
Wish I could go back in time
Have the situation rearranged

What's done is done and can't be erased
Like everything I wish I could change in the past
The best I can do is keep breathing
And try to make memories last
Written 12-9-12
Nothing Jun 2018
Air
Self harm is a way of knowing you're alive

Its like breathing, you need it to live, but without it you will die.
I'm a goner.
this is she Jun 2018
i tried to drown out all my sorrows with some iced coffee
i ran with sage around my halls but yet you still haunt me
i holed myself up in my room and said i wasnt there
i still recall the day i lost it all and shorn off my hair
but im still here
im still breathing
i havent stopped living
even though i feel
unalive
first part of a song i have
Colm Jun 2018
The stars
To me
Are so close
Tonight
That I forget
The distance
Of you
Breathe in, out, up
Elizabeth Jun 2018
I breathe you in like a morning
cigarette. Trying to remember
all the things I need to forget.
Caresses on my cheek when I’m crying
because a little piece of my soul is…
dying. Funny how love burns our lungs,
like those early morning drags,
and makes us think in clichés as we burn
down the ****. Watching the little red line
getting closer to the end, while thinking
how all good things come to an,
well, you get the picture while I’m sinking and
drowning myself in those things I need to forget,
with each morning cigarette.
What a gnarly unforgiving first draft...
Rebecca Jun 2018
this generation
is afraid
of fire
tomorrow
and sadly
each other

how come we have
become accustomed to
appreciating the sound of your
breath
more
than our own?
everyone deserves to love themselves without a doubt in mind that someone -be it peers, teachers or parents- planted there!
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