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jennifer ann Sep 2014
it's like a nightmare,
everything you feared staring you right in the face,
grinning from ear to ear, and taunting as you scream,
you dont know how to deal with all of the pain you
feel, if only this werent real, and just a terrible, dream.

it's like a bullet to the chest,
agonizing and unexpected.
crying as you're bleeding out, perfusely
but you just get rejected.

your heart filled with so much pain &
anger, you dont know what to do,
so you turn to all of this self
destructive behavior, getting lost in all of this pain,
you slowly begin to lose  you., you
dont know how to overcome, and you have nowhere to run.
you turn to the drugs and the *****, not a friend in the world,
just a sad and lonely girl with nothing left to lose.
Layla Thurman Sep 2014
I was a disaster
Just waiting to happen
Self destructive
lacking morals
My poetry was an
Unwritten suicide
I held smoke in my lungs
And alcohol in my liver
16 and bullet proof
Me against the world

*what a fool I was
Layla Thurman Sep 2014
Im tired of lighting cigarettes
when I really just want to light my insides on fire.
Im tired of kissing boring boys and girls.
Because love is too much for me to handle
Im tired of drinking 20 cups of black coffee
hoping the caffeine will stop my heart.
Im tired of taking white and blue pills, white lines, shots of ***** and **** rips to hold me over for a couple hours.
Im really tired of shaking between highs, head between my knees, breaking into a cold sweat.
Truth is, Im tired of living
Because life just isn't worth it anymore.
Shaina Aug 2014
Fire makes me feel.
It warms my soul.
With each dancing flame that resembles my demons, I can watch them flicker away and come back in a flash to haunt me,
but I will always know that they will keep me warm and give me light
even on my darkest days.
It is a beautifully destructive powerful force that I cannot wait to be burned and branded by.
I want it to consume me and leave me burned with passion.
Feel the intensity of its power.
Letting me know that I'm still alive.
As my flesh burns and my skin is scorched with each spark and flame.
Leaving me with pink and red tender wounds.
Marissa Jul 2014
My stomach and head
Are boiling with sadness
And my internal organs
Are steamed from
The inside out
Love doesn't exist
For me
Curled up in the fetal
Position I ask for
Help from anyone
And all I get
Are ghosts of friends
Whisps of smoke
Gone in a flash
I'm like a tornado
Of emotion and I
Destroy everything in sight
When people see me
Coming at them
They evacuate and I'm
Left to
Rampage all alone
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