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π™²πšŠπš•πš•πš’πš—πš 𝚘𝚞𝚝, πš’πšœ πš–πš’ πšœπš˜πšžπš•,
𝚝𝚘 πšπš‘πšŽ πšπš’πšŸπš’πš—πšŽ πš πš’πšπš‘ 𝚊 πš™πš•πšŽπšŠ.
π™°πšœ πš›πš’πšπš‘πš πšπš›πš˜πš– πš–πš’ πšπš˜πš›πš–,
πšŠπš—πš˜πšπš‘πšŽπš› πšπš›πšŽπšŠπš– πšŒπš˜πš–πšŽπšœ 𝚝𝚘 πš•πšŽπšŠπšŸπšŽ.

𝙸 𝚠𝚊𝚜 πšπšŠπšœπš‘πš’πš˜πš—πšŽπš πš’πš— πšπš‘πšŽ πš πšŠπš”πšŽ,
𝚘𝚏 πšœπšπšŠπš›πš•πš’πšπš‘πšβ€™πšœ πš™πšŽπš›πšπšŽπšŒπšπšŽπš π™ΆπšŠπš£πšŽ,
𝚈𝚎𝚝 𝙸 πšπš πšŽπš•πš• πšπš‘πšŽ πšπšŽπš™πšπš‘πšœ within
πš–πšžπš•πšπš’πš™πš•πš’πšŒπš’πšπš’'𝚜 πšŽπš—πšπš•πšŽπšœπšœ πš–πšŠπš£πšŽ.

πš†πšŠπšœ 𝙸 πš—πš˜πš πš‹πš˜πš›πš— πš πš’πšπš‘ πšŸπš’πšπš˜πš›
πšπš˜πš› πšπš‘πšŽ long πš’πš—πšπš’πš—πš’πšπšŽ πšŒπš•πš’πš–πš‹?
𝙸 πšŠπš– πš‹πšžπš›πš’πšŽπš πš’πš— my πšœπš˜πš›πš›πš˜πš .
𝙸 πšŠπš– πšœπš™πš•πš’πš—πšπšŽπš 𝚊𝚝 my πšœπš™πš’πš—πšŽ.

πš‚πš‘πšŠπš›πšπšœ 𝚘𝚏 πš–πš’πš—πš remain πšœπšŒπšŠπšπšπšŽπš›πšŽπš.
My πšŒπš‘πšŠπš˜πšπš’πšŒ πš πš˜πš›πš” 𝚘𝚏 πšŠπš›πš,
It πš‹πšŽπšŠπš›πšœ πš–πš’ shaky πšœπš’πšπš—πšŠπšπšžπš›πšŽ
πš πš›πš’πšπšπšŽπš— πš’πš— πš’πšπšœ failing πš‘πšŽπšŠπš›πš.

π™»πšŽπš πš–πšŽ 𝚐𝚊𝚣𝚎 πš’πš—πšπš˜ πšπš‘πšŽ πš™πšŠπš›πšŠπšπš˜πš‘
𝚘𝚏 my πšŠπšπšπšŽπš›πš•πš’πšπšŽ'𝚜 πš›πš’πšπšŽ.
π™΄πšŸπšŽπš›πš’ πšπš•πšžπš‘ πš‹πšŠπš›πš’πš—πš a πš•πš’πšπš‘πš,
𝚌𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚜 a πšπšŠπš›πš”πš—πšŽπšœπšœ πš’πš— πš–πš’ πšœπš’πšπš‘πš.

πšƒπš‘πš˜πšžπšπš‘ π™Έπš– πšœπšŽπšŸπšŽπš›πšŽπš πš•πš’πš”πšŽ the πš•πšŠπš—πš
πšπš›πš˜πš– the 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚝𝚎 πš˜πš› πšπš’πš›πš πšπš›πš˜πš– πš–πš˜πšžπš—πš.
𝙸 πšœπšŽπšŽπš” 𝚊 πš™πš•πšŠπšŒπšŽ 𝚘𝚏 πš™πšŽπšŠπšŒπšŽ, πš”πš—πš˜πš πš—.
πš†πš‘πšŽπš›πšŽ πšœπš˜πšžπš•πšœ 𝚐𝚘 𝚝𝚘 πš‹πšŽ πšπš˜πšžπš—πš

π™Ύπš‘, πš’πš–πš–πš˜πš›πšπšŠπš• πšπš˜πš›πšŒπšŽ divine,
Gift my 𝚏𝚊𝚝𝚎 πšπš›πš˜πš– πš’πš— πš’πš˜πšžπš› πš‘πšŠπš—πš.
π™²πšŠπšœπš πš’πš down in𝚝𝚘 πšπš‘πš’πšœ body
πšπš‘πšŠπš πš’πšœ πšœπšπšŠπš—πšπš’πš—πš 𝚊𝚝 πšŒπš˜πš–πš–πšŠπš—πš.

π™·πš˜πš  𝙸 πšπšŽπšŠπš› πšŽπšŠπšŒπš‘ 𝚍𝚊𝚒 that's 𝚌𝚊𝚜𝚝,
Living only to πšœπš‘πšŠπšπšπšŽπš› πš–πš’ πšπš›πšŠπš–πšŽ.
𝙸 am at odds. I'm a division.
I am a soul πš πš’πšπš‘πš˜πšžπš 𝚊 πš—πšŠπš–πšŽ.

DeπšŠπšπšŽπš—πš’πš—πš πšœπš’πš•πšŽπš—πšŒπšŽ, let it πš™πšŽπš’πš›πšŒπšŽ
πš–πš’ πšœπšŒπš›πšŽπšŠπš–s πšπš›πš˜πš– πš πš‘πšŽπš›πšŽ 𝚒𝚘𝚞 πšπš πšŽπš•πš•,
𝙸 πš”πš—πš˜πš  𝚒𝚘𝚞 can see the πš•πš’πšπš‘πš πš’πšœ
πš‹πšžπš›πš—πš’πš—πš πš‹πš›πš’πšπš‘πš πšπš›πš˜πš– in πš–πš’ πš‘πšŽπš•πš•.

And wπš’πšπš‘ πšŽπšŸπšŽπš›πš’ πšπš›πšŽπšŠπšπšŽπš πš‹πš›πšŽπšŠπšπš‘,
π™Όπš’ πšŸπš˜πš’πšŒπšŽ πšπš›πšŽπš–πš‹πš•πšŽπšœ πš πš’πšπš‘ 𝚊 πšœπš’πšπš‘,
Gift my life to meet your eyes.
L𝚎𝚜𝚝 πš–πš’πš—πšŽ πšŒπš›πš’ on, πš‹πš’ πšŠπš—πš πš‹πš’.
Roxy Dec 2024
And if you shoot me in the heart
And in my blood I'll lie, I'll lie,
Then even there I'll find my art:
"It's such a pretty way to die!"
Nemusa Dec 2024
boundless trust erupts,
naΓ―ve like a child’s bright gazeβ€”
chaos whispers loud.

choices carved in haste,
fragile bridges left to burnβ€”
echoes haunt the heart.
Although mania brings with it joy energy and hope it also comes with haste bad decisions. I tend to be too naive and unpredictable.
MuseumofMax Dec 2021
I thought I would write again to help me fall asleep

I took my final today and got an A
It was easy but it’s still something so yay

Im working on staying positive
And when the depressive hits
I let it sit and feel it fully
No more pushing the waves down
No more hiding my frown.
Nap time
Thomas Steyer Jul 2021
Painting abstract and expressive
often on formats quite impressive
when my use of red is too excessive
I get agitated and feel a bit aggressive
might as well do my taxes, so depressive
then I start tidying or other things obsessive
eventually a cup of tea can feel decompressive
I'm okay, I'm okay, yes, I'm okay
and even if I wasn't that's still what I'd say.
With my blood dripping down I'm okay,
if you see me breakdown, just trust me when I say:
I'm okay.
After someone gives up on their life
there are always many to wonder "why?"
or say "I can't see a reason!"
when the answer was right in front of them
sometimes for years
and they just let it all slide.
I don't recognize this face in the mirror,
this didn't use to be me,
what am I?
How far away am I?
All the damage I've seen,
all the harm I've done,
maybe I deserve to be uncertain.
All the life has been ****** out of me,
I might've done this to myself,
I could be held accountable.
I try to be smart enough to show what's inside,
I don't believe I am,
no words seem to be enough to show what I mean.
Is this all just selfish of me?
Narcissism, is it what this is all about?
Not everything is about me,
why do I feel all the pain?
Can anyone tell me what this is all about?
I'm scared, hopeless, and alone.
Every sentence might be the last.
All my stuff might as well be tagged sad or depressive.
Marisol Quiroz Jan 2021
i am shattering like glass
as everything around me slips away
reality fragmenting, i reach to grab shards
sharp enough to slit my own wrists

i return to tendencies of self destruction
like returning to an abusive ex
because even when things are bad
there is comfort in the familiarity pain.

β€” dis(comfort)
Jameson Blackmay Dec 2020
I see black everywhere I look
but I know people that see white
and people who understand my black
and I envy their white
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