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Troy 3d
Darkness swirling
Enveloping the senses
Trapping your mind
In an empty void

Lost in thought
Never surfacing
Drowning in sorrow
Fearful of the depths

Flailing around
With no sense of direction
Losing your sanity
In the deadly chasm

Try as you might
You can't see the light
You have sunk too deep
There is no end in sight

You give in
Losing the battle
It takes hold
Ensnaring your heart

Strangling the light
That once filled your heart
Ripping away your walls
Blinding you with fright

The blackness drowns you
Ripping away at your soul
Cursed to oblivion
You accept your fate
ah, my wrists — the paper sheets
for the thoughts poetry cannot hope to beautify.
Matthew 4d
We are all shells of pain 
and if you get close enough
you can hear an ocean of misery.
lk 4d
depressed is not an adjective
like beautiful or funny or intelligent,
it is not a compliment
or a feeling that fluctuates.

depressed is not an adjective
to use lightly as a way to say
you are temporarily upset by an inconvenience
because something didn’t go your way.

depressed is not an adjective
to throw around like stones on a river,
like a frisbee playing catch with a puppy,
like words without meanings.

depressed is not an adjective
to be romanticized
it is not a beautiful way of begging a hero
to save you.

because if you realized
depressed is not an adjective
you’d realize
we don’t need your heroism.
THIS-IS A PUBLIC SERVICE ANNOUNCEMENT
That MY Life! is unbearably doomed.
My LIFE has self-cannibalized,
eating me out of house and home.
It is ALWAYS much worse than you expect it to be,
but I WILL always handle it better!
And I do this, and people come and go.
Their importance varies, and so does their commitment,
but the one thing they always commit to,
is leaving my life.
A few cases switched, but that is mainly
still instigated by the other person somehow.
I am so depressed.
I am unutterable sad.
Sad and doomed.
My life is always going to ****.
I really think that's true.
And I make the best of it.
And someone, somewhere
will absorb this thought and know what I'm talking about.
They will understand and I will feel a little less alone.
Like sometimes I've suddenly entered a dark room.
Sometimes that room for me feels like a closet.
Where I hide away in fear that The Problem will hurt me.
I live in closets,
and showers,
and big rooms where I am alone,
or the retreat inside my mind
where I am even more alone.
On the contrary,
I do not live on ditches,
or on the side of the road,
or at the "party house".
I live in the walls that surround me
and the creativity that follows me.
In the truth of my writing,
and the world I've built for ME.
This is not epic writing for God's sake.
I write prose.
Amongst other things.
Something that I am working on that I don't want to leaving in the drafts. It will be updated and lengthened several times.
diaphanous Nov 4
my chest expands
i breathe in deep
your breathing loud
in your sleep
i go to the roof
and take the leap
when you hear
the news
you’ll weep
soon i’ll be buried
six feet deep
eve Jul 31
she can’t get anything done,
call her irresponsible or dumb.
maybe she’s both,
but no one will ever ask.
maybe she’s cold,
but doesn’t want anyone to know.
she feels the pressure come,
shoulders about to drop,
heart giving up.
it’s not like you’d understand,
you expect me to be perfect,
worth it, when I hate myself.
take me from this place,
i cannot stay,
i feel number everyday.
dreams been replaced with lost hope,
what’s faith?
expectations make focus harder,
i’m drained.
don’t tell me what to do,
let me live how i want,
can’t you already see, i’m tired of this life.
All too often can I
count with one hand,
the number of those
who care to ask-
"How are you?"
And much lesser of those
who honestly want to
hear my answer.
Empire 7d
Trigger warning: Suicidal thoughts/ideation


It's ******* me off
Steady, rhythmic
Continuous.
I want it to



F̷̘͇̖̟̟͔͍̜̍͛͑̔̿͗̅͌̅͒̇̚̚ͅȖ̷͚̮̹̪̮͎̻͖͉̖̘̖͔̭̬̹̪̍̅ͅͅC̶͋͒͆̀̍͛͌­̡̧̨̣͉͔̤͉͇̺̠̖̞͖̖͚̇̌̈́̿͑͠K̸̹̹̳̠͉̝̭̭̣̤̤̩̜̈́̈́̏́̽͆̋̆͋͋͐͛̓̆̾̈͜͜͝͝͝I̶̔̅́͠͠­͚͇̠̞̤̹̻̮͍͖͚̱̌̎̾̆̂͊͊̊̄̍͑̍̀͑̈́͘͠N̸̨̨̨͓̣͎̩͙̥̦̐͑̚G̸͙͕̳̥̹̹͍̒͂́̏̈̈́̎̊̃͝͠ͅ­̤̲ ̸̛̹͚̫͆̄̏̅͌̄̎̔̀Ş̸̡̬̼̘͉̦̹̙̉̿͌̍̌͋̓̓̍͑̂̂́̕̚Ṭ̷̨̧͖̗̳͔̮͐̉̍̽̈́͗͂̈́̒̍̊́͘͝͝­Ǫ̵̧̧̨̨̫̰̼̼̲̹̙̻̣̹̭͎͕̞̪̼͑͛̄̽̒̓̃̀̄̎̈́̂̄̾̕͠ͅP̸̱͓̦̰̥̙̗̂̿̾̄̾̀͋̈́́̔͜


­
I'm tired of this
ALL OF IT!!!

None of you want me
None you desire me
None of you!
You don't care for me
You don't care about me
You don't take care of me

YOU ONLY CARE ABOUT YOURSELVES
You care when it makes you look good
You care when it's convenient
But I'm falling
It's dark here
I can feel it in my heart
As it grows colder
...colder...


Ŷ̸̧̡̡͉̥͉̲̲̝͉̟̝̟̤͒́͑̍̄͗͊͛́͗̆̿͠O̶̱̜̭̜̪͈̮̩̯̓͝­͚͓͓̣̦̞Ư̴̟̇̈́̓͊̒͘͝
YOU ALL
YOU'RE SO BUSY
SO WRAPPED UP IN YOURSELVES

YOU CAN'T EVEN ******* SEE


Ḯ̷̛̼̦͋̈́̀̈́̀̓̋͒́̔͌̐͝͠
̵̡̡͕͕͇̥̗̪̭͎̄̅̕
̵̛̝̪̝̙̙̟̹̃̽̑́͑͝ͅA̷͌͝­̢̢͈̜̪̣̪̘̻̖̣͍̪̮̰̬͙̘̪̠̟͆̒̾̃̽̂̐̕͝͝ͅͅM̶̨̡̡̢̛̘̯̞̜̘̼̳̦̭͍̬̪͖̖̯̜̜͍̻̬̙͉̓̃̊­̰ͅ
̵̨͎̫͍͈̗̤͇̻̫̠̖͈͉͈̥̜͆̓̈́͜
̷͉̘͊̈̿̉̐̇͒̈́̌̃̉̅͂͗̾̚͠͝D̵̿̑͗̄͌̇̑͊̿̈́̆͘̚̕̚͘­̲͈̮͉̞̖͖̰͓͇͓̣̙̙̖͔͕Y̴̡̩͉̘̦͔̩͈̤͂͠I̷̢̳͓͇͈̯̼͔̰̲͕̲̠̜̩̾̇̽̂̌͛́̈́̿̐̾̋̑̀͌̌̕­̡̡̢̝̮̙͔̭̠̰͇͔̹͔̖ͅN̷̛̛̰̙̪̥̯̻̦̘̰͖̫͒͋̅̈́͂̃̇̂̎̑̀͛͂̓̔̀̀̏̀̓͗̏̃̏̍̂̈́͘̚͘͜͝G̷­̨̛̞͍̥̤̬̘̲̹̘̻͉̟͐͒̾̎̎̀̐͒͆̒͂̋͆̑̉͘͝͝





and i've come to hate my heartbeat
because it's this constant ******* reminder
that i have to keep ******* living
breathing
though i've no desire to do so
i don't want it
i don't want to keep going
I'M WEARY
just leave me to ******* die
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