Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Ky Jun 2016
And I’m always saying I’m okay.
It surprises me how many believe that I truly am.
I’m always asking myself,
How did it come to this?

Diagnosed, Medicated, Lost Teenager
I’m losing myself,
They are turning me into something else.
But no one believes me.
They say,
“Attention Seeking”
But I say
“I’m losing it”
They think it’s better for the medication,
But it’s not.

My creativity is drained.
My feelings are drained.
Everything is drained.
I’m drained.
I crave to talk to you about it
However what exactly is 'it'
A whirlwind of issues and trouble, interlaced within my thoughts tinging in red

I wish I could crawl in the comfort of your Autumn coloured arms and nestle my fragile body into your portrait masterpiece.

I wish you'd try to understand,
That this pain wasn't planned. I don't choose to feel a wave instead of ripples, that salty water steals my air because of the force it holds.

I long to explain why I feel drained, why simple tasks are no longer natural and it hurts to walk on glass.
Nameless Apr 2016
I'm weary, I hear myself say
My eyes closing as I walk on my way
The day just beginning when all I wish it to do is go away
Weary of the day ahead, what's gone and what's yet to come
This weariness draining my heart through my noisy head

The chill of the breeze my weary heart wanting to cease
And then the loving sun shinning her rays upon me, come closer I beg of thee
Take me to another place
Do not disappear near that cloud I say
wash away my weariness today
One and Only Mar 2016
I feel so little,
It's so hard to keep trying
When none notice you.
What wrong have I done to you? I was not the one who stopped trying, I was not the one who fell apart and succumbed to everything else, I was not the human who became a robot! I wish I could say you are nothing to me, but Lord knows I still love you.
ntschctc Nov 2015
I'm a tree

That's being cut down

I just stand there

Until the cuts

Went deeper

Deeper into me

Until I can't stand it anymore

I fall slowly

Then all at once
Brittany Wynn Oct 2015
Most mornings I find myself
staring at the shower floor.
  
              Tell me why

I cry at that Backstreet Boys reference.
I gave you
all the love
I could give.
And you took
all the love
when you left.
Even that love,
that love I
reserved for myself.

-*
qyf
---
Loving is a win or drain situation. Mostly, it's the latter.
Everyday I grow more and more tired
Tired of living in reality
I fall for my dreams and fantasies

I wonder when I'd live to wake up more
and be happy genuinely right to the core
maybe it's when the memory of me broken gets torn
Perri Aug 2015
Existing is exhausting
Next page