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Strying Nov 2020
You ever just sitting there
Wondering how you are able
to keep it all down

I put it all into a dot
On the wall
I stared and poured it all out

No more emotions
I stare
Thoughts in my head,
but my face blank

And I wonder if I'm the only one
Who has kept so much down
In the face of all whom I love

Who don't love me enough
Sorry just have a lot in my head rn
Emotionless, in pain it's not mundane
It's insane, where is all the shame
I'm not to blame, so where's my fame
I came into this world full of life and wonder
Just to have it all torn asunder
To be dragged under with the roar of thunder
Buried up to my neck, to be kept in check
All but broken, I remained outspoken
Weeks gone by the toll of a token, I remained unbroken
Walked on, spat on, ****** and shat on
Slowly, sanity left as if taken by theft
Dying inside and out looking worse than a trout
Suddenly, a speck of rust, breaks away all of the dust
Surely this must be a chance to get a glance of a new freedom
So I stand without a demand, not giving a ****
Few words go through what remains of my own brain
Emotionless, in pain, not mundane, just insane there is no blame for not having shame in any sort of fame
Void Sep 2020
This pain
In my chest

Aching
Yearning

Just a spark
Of emotion

In a second,
It'll pass

Before it all
Goes black
Naeem Aug 2020
I've lost track of my emotions
Am I happy
Am I sad
I can never decide
Each day merging with the last
Succession of regret
A recession of myself
Take me back
Back when I could still feel
I have no feelings left to feel
Cerasium Jun 2020
What’s the point
What’s the point of confessing
What’s the point of being open
What’s the point of letting people in

I’ve started to question
Why I even bother trying
Letting people in my head
Just to be let down and forgotten

What’s the point of caring
When all you get in return
Is a cold shoulder
Or completely ignored

What’s the point of attraction
If all it leads to is suffering
What’s the point of it all
When you will just be tossed aside

What’s the point
Of wearing your heart on your sleeve
When all that will happen
Is it being tossed into the dirt

Crushed under the weight of abandonment
Lost in the waves of forgotten-ness
Possessed by the need to be seen
Yet forever be ignored by the one who holds it

It doesn’t matter anymore
But it still hurts badly
I have **** off my emotions
But the damage has already been done

Shattered remains of a once caring heart
Lay broken across this scarred flesh
A reminder that caring for another
Will only lead to pain and anguish

So from now on
I will no longer care
I will no longer fight
I will no longer love

I will keep to myself
I will seal off my heart
No one deserves it
Not anymore
Ella James Apr 2020
I feel trapped.

Like a small mouse with its leg stuck under a metal bar

In a glass jar, lid ******* on tight.

Screaming.

No one can hear me

Goosebumps caress my body  

Fully.

Wholly.  

You look into my eyes; seeing dark grey clouds

Heart hardly pumping as my eyes bore into yours

I am dead.



Barely breathing

Glazed eyes pool

Salt dripping off eyelashes

Curves aching as nails dig deeper

I crumble under the touch

Blank face.

Blank heart.

I am dead.
Quin Rosenheart Jan 2020
I lust for someone who doesn't care.
I care for someone who doesn't love.
I love someone who doesn't feel.
I feel for someone who doesn't care.
And so the cycle continues
Because I'll never be enough.
Annie Cynthia Dec 2019
I feel nothing,
I am made of rubber and spice.
I sway meaningless to meaningful songs,
laugh without a sparkle in my eyes.

I feel nothing,
I talk and laugh all day,
I sit and stare at night.
I am this loud silence deafening the earth.

I feel nothing,
Violins playing in cemeteries,
skeletons dancing to merry tones.
I look at them with dead eyes.

I feel nothing,
I am numb.
I am the sun and the moon.
The dark and the light.

I feel nothing,
I am not present here.
I am a forgotten corpse,
mistakenly breathing and emptily alive.
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