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Arpitha Sep 17
Gravity
pulling me down
Physically
Mentally
Taking my all
to just stand upright.
A domino
set up to crash.
Arpitha Sep 17
Can’t do this no more
Don’t make me
I’m tired to the bone
Just let me be.
Arpitha Sep 17
Running on auto pilot -
wonder when it will give up,
and refuse to move.
Cass Sep 17
its not that i want views
i just want to be validated
to feel like somebody gets me.
like i'm not a ******. 

its not that I want friends
i just don't want to be alone.
to feel like i can share my thoughts freely
like i don't have to cower in a corner all day

its not that i want to be happy 
i just want to feel normal.
to feel like my conditions don't define me.
to break free from the grasps of 
anxiety, depression, addiction.

its not that i want to die
i just don't want to be here anymore. 
to not feel anything 
to be whole.
Jasper Sep 16
You want to die?
I know what that's like.
When you want to -
Not to know what it's like to die,
But so you know what it's like to be dead.
I know what that's like.
Life has ***** your future,
And now you want to make your future
Something life can't ****. I know
What that's like. When you
Can give up easier
Than you can breathe, see,
Feel - Because every
Single
Moment,
Is filled with life,
Your broken life
Like broken glass.
A trail you walk,
And clouds of glass particles
Imbue the air you breathe.
And your hope is like a glass
Before it was ever made.

I know what that's like.
Life broke up with you -
And reality came crashing in
Like a stone. You didn't know
Blood could fracture.
                                 And now,
You know, too
That no matter what you do
Life goes on,

                                                   Elsewhere.
What do y'all think about the placement of Elsewhere?
Datore Fargo Sep 16
Do you think,
the yellow brick road,
sparkles when,
it rains?
Dorothy,
we aren’t,
in Kansas,
anymore.
The tin man,
has become,
your best friend,
and your dog,
he’s running away.
Oh poor Dotty,
I’m so sorry,
the witch,
it’s actually,
deep inside.
Don’t you,
understand?
It’s raining,
the hanging man,
he’s swinging,
and the road,
it’s sparkling.
Lance Remir Sep 16
He was only a boy

Wanting to be loved

Then he became a man

Who was broken by it
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