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Sarah Feb 2016
If your thoughts become your enemies, your demons will follow you.

If your words become bullets, your mind is your weapon.

Your in a war. But who's your foe?
PS Feb 2016
When I was younger than I am now
I was part of a Cold War.
His heart was so cold
That it froze all of my Cuban heat.
He was only trying to help I guess
Only trying to show me his heart.
But I ran away scared into the arms
Of his enemy, my friend.
At least I thought that we were friends.
In the end it all came down to seconds,
He asked the question, I rang the hotline to the friend,
I pushed the button, in the end.
Everyone was contained, that's for sure.
So composed and dignified in the face
Of the cold shoulder.
Alas, the ally is no better than the enemy
We all have our secret snaky sides.
Even the man with the D.C dreams of foreign policy.
The man who only wanted me, the man who didn't mean to
Start this war.
And the worst part is, I don't know who was right.
War is never black and white.
Just a thought.
Ysabel Jan 2016
Im starting to drown myself with works that I've been doing for so long.
And every time I fail you're always there to remind me how stupid I am.
I only want to succeed and be the woman I've dreamt to become,
But I know in your eyes all my hardwork were and never be enough.

I want to scream as loud as I can just for me not to hear your voice anymore.
Your words that tells me what to do and your mad face I'm afraid to stare.
I want to be free from the grip of your expectations,
For I just want to live my life as strong yet carefree.

So if you're reading this I want you to hear me out,
Listen to what my hearts shouts even for once.
Give me the air that was stolen from me to breathe,
And just be happy for everybody including me.

My loving self, free me from your past.
Break the chain that keeps me in your arms.
Let me wander a different path,
For us to have a better life- away from people's expectations and wrath.
Your self is your biggest enemy
Purple Rain Jan 2016
I can't anymore
unable to find the reasons why
Tear drops mark my eyes
It's the common demon I have inside
That keeps me going on this treadmill
not only does it hurts
but it kills
not only does it strangles
but makes me ill

I'm stuck in the dark
Trying to get back to the start
My heart has been black for some time now
Cold and dark as my mind
And I can only wonder why?
Just Why,
So cruel...

I was once an angel
but now Satan at its worst
This curse I face,
Makes my life feel like its going in reverse
Till there's no more of me
Life has become my worst enemy
Ami Shae Dec 2015
Awaiting the moment
when peace will return
when somehow
my mind, my body
will learn
that this life is not
my enemy
but instead
my vessel
for finding my way.
V Dec 2015
The truth hurts, because lies are a wound.

The ones who love you-they want to heal it.
Your enemies-want to use it.

In both cases you feel pain.

**Don't mistake the ones who love you as enemies.
It's like this:
I was thinking the other day,
And like always thinking about how ****** up my past is
Which in conclusion, how ****** up my future is,

Anyway, I was thinking about the fact that through the years I've always been alone
Never with company, and especially not now

You see when you're alone, so truly alone
You are your best friend
But, in turn, your worst enemy

And sadly, in my experience, hate seems stronger than love on this godforsaken earth

So tell the truth:
Wouldn't you want to slam your enemy's head in a wall
Watch them bleed and suffer
Make them become extinct to the people who once loved them
Push them slowly into shadows
Dead to the world

Yeah, me too
A little rough but I'm pretty ****** right now, so poetry.
You see all I am focused on now is destroying that thing in my life that is destroying me

Smash its head in and break its hands
Beat its brain until it can't stand

To burn, to make it break and bleed
To deprive it of food, water, and sleep

Destroy what destroys you

Too bad that thing is me
Sirena Nov 2015
Depression for a positive individual is like this

At first you don't even realize that you're depressed
Because you are naturally good at mostly seeing the good
But then laughing starts to hurt so you stop laughing so much
At 3am it wakes you up
And then again at 5am
But it doesn't let you get out of bed until 12pm, or maybe 1pm, or maybe 2pm
Days are so short and so are the long nights
You tell yourself that you are just upset and wake up the next day "motivated" to be better so that you could feel better
You lie to yourself
You are positive
But depression starts to follow you around you start to see it when you are having a good time out with some friends
You feel it watch you try to sleep
And then you find yourself watching TedTalk videos, funny comedies, and they actually help
Because you are such a positive person
But then
You feel this hole deep inside you aching with sorrow and wrath
And laughing is just impossible
3am becomes hell and so does 5am because depression took your sleep
And one moment you feel like you're on top of the world but the next these suicidal  thoughts creep into your brain

Depression for a positive individual like me it's like

At first of course I ignore it
I don't admit the fact that I'm actually more than just upset because I'm naturally positive
And then I treat it as if it's nothing big
But hours turn into days that later turn  into months
Most days I feel "happy" but at night when it's just me and my thoughts, I am not allowed to sleep
And if I do get a good sleep my days do not have any sun light, or rainbows
One moment I am the happiest person in the world
But the next I can barely get out of bed

Depression for everyone is like

A dark shadow that later on becomes all of you
An enemy that eats you alive, slowly but so painful that
You cry start to cry empty tears
Headaches are migraines
Friends, family, lovers, are hard to please so they are ignored
Because you feel ignored
It is the empty feelings that become your mornings and nights
And it's hard to understand
No one understands that just because you had a good day
It doesn't mean that tonight you will get any sleep
No matter how positive you decide to be depression lets you know every night that it is indeed better than you
Because you are, your own enemy
We are our own enemies and who knows to hurt us better than us?
Depression you
Depression me
And no matter how positive you are
Depression will try its hardest to win
to break you into pieces
And even after you are better
a part of you would forever be a part of depression
-S.A.M.M
You told me to flee as you shot at the enemy
The bullets echoed in your mind
My eyes were wide but only you could see
Fresh blood that had already faded in time

You knew well who the wicked were
So you never took your medicine
There was no need for a doctor
Only some bruises and cuts on your skin

Screaming in a voice that wasn't yous
Running over no man's land
Your screams echo within suburban walls
You don't trust my outstretched hand

A summer's day in our peaceful town
Your face bear´s the lines of blazing heat
You hear an explosion, you pull me down
As a truck slowly passes down the street

You still have the same touch when you hold me
Muttering what those hands have done
Pictures and flashes take over reality
Until there´s just sand, dust, loss and your gun

You are one of the lucky ones
But you didn´t come back the same
Sweating years and guilt until morning comes
Hearing your friends calling out your name

The fear of losing you is gone now
These days I carry fear of a different kind
That I´ll come towards you and somehow
You'll see my face and won't know it's mine

Inside you there is a wild storm
Were anguish and sadness grow
Suddenly you're back in your uniform
Surrounded by young faces you'll never know

I love you, no matter who you are
Forgive me for not removing your pain
When you enter a tank, I enter a car
Without warning your ghosts are back again

You're walking on the soil you fought for
Hearing people's voices condemn
In your mind you're still at war
Even if you did it all for them
I ´ve heard a bit about this condition and was filled by sadness for those suffering like this. I think it is an important topic, so I decided to write this
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