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cv Apr 2015
close
your eyes.
rid yourself
of the wrinkles
between your brows.
forget
about everything.

inhale.
exhale.

and fly.
you deserve to rest.
Pax Apr 2015
I’m tired of carrying you at my back.
Keeping you well fed
to the point I starved myself.

Did you often wonder what I feel?  
Have you ever thought of what I really want?
Have you ever seen me without my deep façade?

The difficulty I'm facing is well kept.
Time after time it wears me down.
To the point of exhaustion.
When can I stop and have a little break?
My mind is full and my heart is heavy.

These questions will remain lost in the sea of my thoughts.




© 2013 Pax

a very heavy old fragment, still hung around, carrying, starving, well someday in someway I'll be able to let you go....
Juhi Chavda Apr 2015
But you don't want me.
And I don't want me.
So who does?
Brittany Wynn Mar 2015
You fell asleep before I even got my bra off
Giving me a B for half-assed, dreaded, and deadened effort
Will Rogers III Mar 2015
God is with me
In my depression
In my heartbreak
In my confession
In my lacking faith

God is with me
In my suicidal thoughts
In my strife
In my sinful spots
In my life

God is with me
In my pain
In my exhaustion
In my shame
In my frustration

God is with me
In my deepest desires
In my sadness
In my black and cold wires
In my numbness

God is with me
When she is around
And when she is not
When my pain abounds
And When I am distraught

God is with me
In my heart
In my mind
In my soul
In my life

God is in me always
When I breath in
And when I breath out
[composed on March 26, 2014]
Juhi Chavda Mar 2015
Dear teacher,
you make me want to die.
Maybe if I could see you become human
I wouldn't feel the way I do.
But how do I see through you?
Your fangs sink into me
And **** my soul out.
You make me lie awake at night,
Wishing I was dead, wondering,
If death would be better than
Existing in this hell.
Would I really care,
about your remarks on my death bed?
If I passed your stupid test,
Will I not die?
Dear teacher, why do you make me want to die?
Will Rogers III Mar 2015
the telegraph gave us hope
before was the silence and the panic it brought
the sky was the blankest sheet
we drew line upon it so our thoughts could meet

O Lord where are You now?
Tears come from exhaustion and the feelings so numb.
My mind is clear as blood
My attempts to understand it are utterly in vain.

Through cables black and cold
We carried our intentions to bridge and bring home
Would it all be so clear if the lines were erased
And the silence restored?*

Through days of black and white
Thoughts of my suicide float freely deep inside
Would it all be resolved if I could escape
And ride to world’s edge?
Italics are from “My Ship Isn’t Pretty”by Kings of Convenience.
[composed on February 4, 2014]
Black and Blue Mar 2015
1) I'm exhausted, but I can't sleep or eat or breathe.

2) You say: "That's life, life isn't fair, life's a *****,"
etc. etc.

3) Well if that's life, maybe I don't want to live.

4) Maybe I just don't want to live today.
Will Rogers III Feb 2015
Stress
Relief
Fun
Sorrow
Exhaustion
Hope
[composed on December 28, 2013]
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