#done poems on Hello Poetry

Owen Oct 2020

My heart says I'm done
with this life,
with feeling,
with wanting,
with being.
But my head
screams in protest.
Fight, live, breath, rage
til death takes me

Throwing myself to the world.
Give me everything .
The pain.
The sleepless, lonely, empty nights.
Skin crawling
and the urge to tear holes
in this vessel.
I'll push this body
to its limits and beyond.
Longing to break and shatter.
If I have to bleed dry
to expel her poison
I'll have violence until peace.

#peace #heart #done #violence #over

K Sep 2020

I have to let you go

I really really wanted it to be you, I wanted you to be the one that could love me the way I deserve because oh boy how much I liked you. I asked you if there was anything else we could do, but you couldn't think of anything... you couldn't say anything to make me stay because I knew I had to go. It was hard because you weren't doing anything wrong, but neither doing anything right. And it was ******* hard because the part of me that died for you was having trouble accepting the fact that you and I are not gonna happen. I cannot think of you without smiling and crying at the same time, at least for now.
You were what could've been but wasn't, you were the one I hoped one day we'd do roadtrips with your sister and her family, you were the one I hoped would send me flowers, and surprise me with a kiss, and take me to places, and share memories and moments. You were the one I thought I would take with my family on vacation. You were the ******* one I thought we could go swim and walk and talk and fall madly in love. I close my eyes and I see us holding each other so tight and so infinite... I want to remember us in the rooftop watching the sunset, but more than that, I want YOU to remember it. I have to let you go, but please... don't forget me.

#hurt #love #let #go #done #heartbreak #goodbye

apayne Sep 2020

waiting

waiting for the bus, always late, to carry me home
   waiting for that shiny new tech-heavy device to arrive
      waiting for service when I’ve already been ignored twice
         waiting in line to pay for my overpriced vegan groceries
            waiting for the doctor who simply repeats WebMD told me
               waiting for the Wi-Fi to take only to have it disconnect 15 minutes later
                  waiting for payday when there's only Kraft singles and jam in the fridge
                      waiting for Spring like my bones aren’t already frozen and burst
                         waiting for inspiration like muse has 24-hour shipping
                            waiting for salvation when the devil’s
fork is already in my back

               But
Most of all

                                    I’m
                                       Tired
                                          Of
                                             Waiting
                                                For You

#waiting #format #tired #frustration #daytodaylife #done #leaving #over

Broken Pieces Aug 2020

"I'm Just Tired"

"I'm just tired."                                                                        Tired of trying,
"I'm just tired."                                                                        Tired of crying.

"I'm just tired."                                                                       Tired of smiling,
"I'm just tired."                                                                         Tired of dying.

"I'm fine, just tired."                                                        Tired of saying fine,
"I'm fine, just tired."                                      When I'm way beyond that line.

"I'm fine, just tired."                                              Tired of fighting my mind,
"I'm fine, just tired."                                             Tired of always being kind.

"I'm ok."                                                                           Tired of the faking,
"I'm ok."                                                                         Tired of the shaking.

"I'm ok."                                                                            Tired of forgiving,
"I'm not ok!"                                                                           Tired of living.

#poems #poetry #done #lost #depressed #hurting

Broken Pieces Aug 2020

Late Night Thoughts

I'm just sitting her questioning my entire life,
Kinda wondering why I don't use the knife.

This life makes me wonder what's worth living,
This life makes me question what's worth forgiving.

Healing is a long process, but it doesn't help when I'm still sad,
I wish I could be different and just appreciate all I had.

If I could change one thing in the past, what would it be?
Would I finally be able to come to terms with being me?

These are my late night thoughts I can't escape,
But no matter what I can't change their shape.

#depressed #alone #poetry #poem #sad #hurting #lost #searching #healing #done

Ephemeral Oblivion Aug 2020

The Written Word

Written word used to be an
extension of my mind; my
       thoughts imprinted onto paper
   in neatly formed sentences.

but now
they are jagged
uneven.
         tired.
                      torn.
malformed.
                               incomprehensible.

I can't seem to put the words
together into sentences that
have meaning.

The razor edge of my words
cut me, bleed my body dry
until there's nothing left
but dust.

I'm tired....

#done #meaning #bleed #dust #razor #tired #uneven

Broken Pieces Aug 2020

Anxiety, Depression

Anxieties knocking at my door,
But Depressions already here.
These two together cause a war,
It gives me another feeling, fear.

Anxieties on my couch hanging out,
But Depression is coming from my room.
They reunite again and begin to shout,
It's calmed down but I have so much gloom.

Depression lays down in bed with me,
Anxiety is waiting on the floor.
Depressions grasp is strong I can't break free,
I'm not okay and I can't pretend anymore.

#anxiety #depression #fake #lost #hurt #poem #poetry #searching #alone #done

Broken Pieces Aug 2020

Just Me.

Once there was a girl going through a hell of a storm,
She sat in the rain trying her best to keep warm.

She was so great at acting like she was perfectly okay,
She could smile so brightly and you'd never know someone went away.

Smiling was her best way to fake, while scratching was her only way to cope,
She tried to grab onto the ladder but it fell quickly, as it did so did her hope.

It's a funny little poem I've written, because in case you didn't see,
This girl lying through the smiles is actually just me.

#me #depressed #lost #poem #poetry #pain #fake #smile #searching #done

دema flutter Aug 2020

so sick, became neyo

sick of all the
games everyone plays,
and all the
rules I have to abide to,

sick of all the things
I need to do,
and all the times
I must silence
myself away,

sick of going
through the hardships
just to enjoy the
good times for
a little while,

sick of proving
to others
my success, my self-love,
my worth,

sick of stressing
about life before it happens,
and forgetting to just live.

#sick #tired #done #stress #lebanon #reflection #self #enjoy #silence #victim

Wilder Aug 2020

I thought I was done with you

I.
I got
So ******* hung up on you
The highs, the lows
Everything was you

So far
I was completely smitten
Every word was lyrical
Everything was you

II.
And I
I thought I had moved on
From all the pain you left me with
But still I saw
Everything was you

III.
Do you remember, how my friends
Were your friends
And our friends always spoke of how
Great we were

Do you remember, how my friends
Weren't your friends
The second I said it was over

They still say how
I can do so much better then him (you)
I'm a thousand times better then him
(Everything is still you)

But in the aftermath
Before their questions were answered
They still spoke of how
Wonderful we are
We were

So I'm sure they're lying to me
Do your friends lie to you
About me too?
Do you still have friends, after
I took our friends
And made them mine?

IV.
I called it a
Mutual ghosting
That neither of us wanted us
But I really thought you wanted us
I still don't know why you let me go
But I said I wanted to let you go

My friends asking me who I like
And I Have moved on from you
Surely I'm done with you by now

V.
I've started seeing girls in the street
God they're beautiful
(Like you were
Two, three years ago?)
Girls are pretty

I thought you were pretty
I thought I was done
I thought I was fine with the way we left us
I still write about you
Surely I'm not done with you

VI.
Sometimes I wonder if I ever really liked you
Or if I just wanted to be your friend
And my friends called it affection
I'm not really sure

VII.
I know I could've loved you
We were perfect in every way
Except I didn't have any trust or love
Because I was scared of going too fast
We were comets
If we got to close surely we'd collide

I want to be done with you
There's empty pages in front of me
I'm ready to write on them
As soon as your ghost leaves me
Please leave me
I want to be done with you
I want to move on
We were barely an us
How does that warrant this obsession
With how beautiful it was to talk with
You

A collection of scattered thoughts about the only person I've ever solely written multiple poems about.

#done #you #him #almost #us #pain #friends #girls #pretty #comets