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Emma Pals Feb 2019
Do you know the demons I'm fighting?
The battles I'm losing?
The suffering I'm experiencing?

I want this war to be over.
But right now I am not winning,
I cannot take control.
The demons are winning
And I am just submitting.

To surrender is my only other option
It's fight or die.
But to surrender is to wave my flag,
To admit I am weak.

My white flag will not wave,
I will not back down.
Even when the thoughts get so strong
And it seems to be the only way out.

I will not surrender to the demons inside.
But the battles I lose, will not be a loss.
Only a celebration for a day soon to come,
A day only I seem to find joy in

That, my friend,
Will be my death.
It's so hard,
to be the perfect daughter
to be the cause of their laughter
to be the sun in an endless black sky.
It's so hard,
to be a good example
to always be the shoulder to cry on
when all that you want to do
is just ******* die.
Why do we title things? Why do we have this innate sense that feels like it's forcing us to just choose a name, no one really gives a ****?
AE Feb 2019
It seems to me that
No matter what words I choose
And countless stanzas I use
I feel no different than how I did yesterday.

I feel torn, confused, and lost
Like any other ******* teenager out there
So, I thought poems could ventilate my fears
And somehow halt my internal flowing tears

But I was wrong.

It seems to me that
No matter what topics I discuss
Everybody I talk to turns the other way
As if I've got nothing important at all to say.

A friend, a foe, a love, a hate
Why should I think my words are great?
If everybody I write about dissolves in the end
Does it even matter if I care for the poems I tend?

It seems to me that
No matter what words I choose
And countless stanzas I use
I cannot artistically express that I'm done with poetry.
Words don't do justice anymore.
Hannah thomas Feb 2019
When I left
You stopped freezing me out
So since
The ice caps have been melting
And so
I have been drowning
In a sea of a lackluster love
Of which I cannot escape
I wish you could have loved me while I was still around
Faith Jan 2019
Numb
Beating my head like a pounding drum
Numb
Not stupid, not dumb
Just numb
Nothing to do but twiddle my thumbs
Numb
I'm so done
Numb
It's grown to an awful hum
All I am is Numb
So much is going on right now that have worn out my emotions so much I almost can't feel them anymore
Thorns Jan 2019
"Did you get what you deserve?
The ending of your life..."
Amazing band, love this song.
Hunger Jan 2019
Sweetest darkest darkness
Kindest loving shadow less
no light in the way of your weaving control
nothing to get in the way of us all,
Stumbling along where we can't see,
Continuing to blind us till we don't know where we're supposed to be.
FORGET YOURSELF
~ The Worn Traveler
Hunger Jan 2019
This is me,
who i am meant to be,
all alone treated like a worthless tree,
a citizen in this world again shot down,
i am not laying here cause i love the ground.
Don't try to help me,
U have already done enough,
i finally see it's just me.
Hunger Jan 2019
I am done being alive,
i have no place here,
no reason to strive,
i am just a bird with a broken wing,
i just got no reason to sing,
so i guess its time to stop,
i guess its time to drop,
as my body slowly hits the floor,
and my mom opens the door,
she probably won't even shed a tear,
my friends wont miss me,
cause i was just as camouflaged as a tree,
a rope round my neck a bucket below my feet,
i eat one last final treat,
a true lass supper to appreciate,
i will hang like my soul has my entire life,
every moment was only strife.
Goodbye...
floW Jan 2019
I’m done.

Slice me and pour out the blood.
Beat me, thud after thud
Numb to the pain.
Filled with disdain

Take a deep breath as it continues and you can’t feel a thing.

I could care less if someone jumped me. Beat me, take everything, just make it all stop.

A whole wave of nothingness grabs ahold of me.
Why do I feel so terrible?
What have I done that is so terrible?
I just want it to stop.
**** THIS.

I’m done.
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