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Xasvel 1d
A long day and I wait for it to pass,
Life I see, not in me or in the mass.
A day too bright for the dark to devour me,
yet the day too dark that the light escapes me.
When will it end? Everything is too exhausting for no reason and everyday is becoming one of the days you feel too overwhelmed.
You know how I know
That's a bullshiit apology?
Because you're not sorry
You're just sorry
Sorry,
Not sorry
But the difference is
Whenever I am
Mine aren't empty

©2025
I know the way, 

but my body has forgotten

what it feels like to move.

Each breath is a weight I can’t lift,

each step a promise I can’t keep.
I’m losing myself in a room

where the lights are on,

but no one’s looking.

I’m here and not here,

a name no one calls,

a shadow no one sees.
What’s left when you’ve gone

but no one notices?

What’s left when the silence

is all you’ve become?
Millee 7d
left on an island out at sea, all my fears and worries surrounding me. i'm stranded, left only with the Voice inside my head; one thing that wants me dead. how do i escape? how do i become free? free the unrest residing in me. i cant swim. i'm not strong enough. the hate will only drag me down. please help me,

i'm drowning.

drowning in self hatred that i can't seem to overcome. the waves pull me further in, the glimpse of light dimming. i can't hold my breath much longer, sweet release finally seeping in. this is it, the end. my soul rests in the depths of the ocean, floating with misery.
Brandi Jan 16
That feeling where your stomach drops and your heart sinks
The moment you realize I was not meant for you and I think
I realized before and lied to myself for the hopes of having a family
And understanding you were not meant for me
Every lie is a dagger in my face
You’ve spilt the insides
What’s left for me
diamond star Jan 15
In twilight's glow, she sat alone,
Her heart, an orchard where no seeds were sown.
A solace, once her haven, pure and bright,
Faded to shadows, devoured by the night.

Her cherished star, her anchor in the tide,
Drifted afar, like a moon's fleeting guide.
The bond they shared dissolved like whispered prayer,
Leaving her soul to wander, cold and bare.
MsAmendable Jan 15
Taking all of my hunger
In the palm of my hand
I carry it with me
From the sea to the sand
.
I curl every finger
To a fist in my gut
Feeding it anger and
Sadness and glut
.
The more that I fed her
The more Hunger grew
Seeking and wanting
Far more than I knew
.
The bigger she got
The more her bite stung
Until all left of me
Was teeth, blood and tongue
.
And all that I ate
Turned right to dust
I desired no food
But wanted to lust
.
I wanted to crave
I sought to suffer
Because that state was easy
But living was rougher
Millee Jan 14
silent tears
the incoherent cry for help
pain no one will hear.
pain no one will ever know.
they are shed when everything else is kept within.
when you are so alone, you have no shoulder to lean on.
the pain leaks from time to time through the corner of your eye, but it stays buried.
buried under the guilt, the shame, everything you throw away.
push your hurt out quietly—don't be a burden. no one wants your problems, your pain—no one wants you they say.
please, someone take my pain away.
Millee Jan 14
Why would I eat if the lies inside me fill me up? 'Til there's nothing but half-truths trapped inside. I plead, scream, beg for someone to hear my cry but it's locked deep within me.
The pain I feel when I look in the mirror; why? Why do I hate myself?
Hate my hair,
my hips,
my thighs,
my stomach,
my smile.
I won't look anymore.
I can't bear to see who's staring back.
Shatter the mirror!
Distort the already broken image.
How much more damage could I do to myself before I'm through?
The scale wails when I approach; the fourth time in a day. When the numbers fall, I let out a sigh of relief, but when they rise…
What can I do?
What would you do if you couldn't be you?
Everyone's words are pointless. If its not the voice inside my head it doesn't matter. Nothing can satisfy my need to feel empty—to feel proud of the monster I’d become.
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