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Ohani Oct 2018
With the rise of the sun
Comes the beating of frantic hearts
Nervous women holding back tears; exhausted men tying up loose ends.
When will it end?
Flowers wilt in her mind
As she waters her heart
Because the foliage there is long gone
They all pray for peace
And grovel on their knees
Yet the pain still throbs
Cut me open between sobs
Someone water me please
-KC
BlueInkDitty Oct 2018
All full of lies,
The graveyard is dark,
Echoes and cries,
Of words turning to black.

Heavy from a past,
No one deserved and no one knew,
Under the stones will last,
The tears, the laugh, the voice of you.

I loved you in ways so innocent,
And I believed that you were strong,
But when your heartbeat came silent,
I heard the failed notes in your song.

All full of pain,
The graveyard's weary,
Under the rain,
The thought of you becomes blurry.

Heavy, exhausted,
Of a heart that's bound no more,
The freezing stones have grown tired,
Of carrying such open doors.

I loved you in ways you'll never feel,
And I believed that you were sweet,
But you will not know of that chill,
That you have crushed under you feet.

You've found your way out of it all,
One you can't understand nor see,
You crawled away, I built a wall,
So you never come back to me.

You can get a grip on my arm,
You can pretend I know nothing,
But all you do to me is harm,
Because you're not even listening.

And on my lips, the words are hot,
Cause your smiles won't help them to fade,
Where do they go, those never shot,
Those I've kept from your masquerade ?

And the graveyard is heavy,
And the stones are moving slowly,
The name of you they will bury,
Along with all you tried to be.
aesthenne Oct 2018
to feel is to
be human

to be human
is to live

and to live
is to go through life
its challenges
the ups and downs

the silhoutte
of a roller coaster
which either
makes you fret or bet

yet i am
i am tired
exhausted
of it all

feeling aches
in my heart
from memories
of neglect

what a catatonic
person i am
to even still feel
such an outburst

all at once
One in a million of my breakdowns.
Daniela Sep 2018
No one ever asked her if she was okay.
She was the one they could go for when they needed help.
No one ever thought about her problems..
How would they know she hid them so well...

She always had a smile, and made everyone laugh. She was the sun, the epitome of silly and kind.
But as cliché as it was she was also the one who hurt the most.

The emotions bottled up, the issues she heard from everyone else almost felt like hers. The weight of being everyone's hero she barely had time to deal with her own..
Put them away she said, your friends need you. But on this day it was too much. Everything she'd repressed came to light she was miserable she was completely exhausted.
Energy lost.
Hope gone.
The will to help was non existent.

They had taken all her energy and left an empty carcass that once was a smiling and actually happy girl. And who was there to be her hero?


No one. Not a soul. She was left all alone in the darkness in the shadows of her friends and family. Because without her they were nothing.
Raquel Butler Sep 2018
:(:
It is dark
there is not enough sun here
to make you feel okay again
and you may be in the sunshine state
but your insides are the deep hollowed
the shadows cast on the cement
there is no reprieve
there is no intermission
there is just tired and exhausted and
falling too many times to count
constantly spiraling
constantly finding ways to survive
through this cycle
through this rough patch
it's the third time this week you've
cried yourself to sleep and its
only Tuesday morning
but somehow you remember that
even with each breaking feels like
so ******* close to the edge
that even though each falling feels
like you might never breathe again
somehow you remember that you
have been here so many times before
and there may be no reprieve
and there is definitely no intermission
but even though tired and exhausted and falling
you have survived this far
you may not be sure you'll ever
make it out of the shadows
but you're pretty **** sure
you'll keep on surviving anyway
this is about my personal experience with "depression"
MicMag Aug 2018
just so tired
of being mired
in the endless fatigue
that works in league
with the utter exhaustion
that makes me feel lost in
the ruthless lethargy
that keeps on charging


just need some shut eye
so desperately, but I
can't catch up on rest
settled into my nest
breathing slow and deep
still can't fall asleep
counting sheep in droves
but unable to doze


instead ironically
I lay here chronically
stuck wide awake
unable to shake
the conscious mind's grip
unable to slip
into the world of dreams
escaping what seems
the waking mind's prison
as insomnia, risen
to almighty omnipotence
flexing its eminence
wards off all the threats
that maybe would let
this body start healing
and this mind stop feeling

so tired
of being mired
in the endless fatigue
that works in league
with the utter exhaustion
that makes me feel lost in
the ruthless lethargy
that keeps on charging

without end

insomnia strikes again
need sleep
can't sleep
solfang Jul 2018
how long more can
this game of pretend last,
when it's slowly turning
into reality?
I can't pretend to like adulthood anymore. It's tiring.
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