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mythie Dec 2017
Some days, it's hard to get out of bed.
You wonder "Why bother."
Nobody loves you.
There are so many thoughts in your head.

But, what I'm about to say is true.
There's a whole world waiting for you.
You're needed whether you believe it or not.
Just hold on one more day.

You're gorgeous.
You're capable.

I may not even know your name.
But I can tell you, I've felt the same.
You feel as if you have no friends.
Except for the metal that runs across your skin.

I know that you're better than this.
You're worth more than this.
So pick yourself up off the ground.
You can begin again.

You're gorgeous.
You're capable.

You can believe in yourself.
Even when nobody else is there.
Because if you go.
My heart would shatter.

You are stronger than them.
Prove them wrong.
Rise up.
You are capable of this.

You're gorgeous.
You're capable.

I promise you this.
Anonymous Dec 2017
Flashes of light flood my mind at night
My eyes are closed but I retain my sight
I see how broken this world has become
I see how far i've fallen and become numb

Numb to the selfish acts of humanity
How cruel we are to drive others to insanity
How politics have dominated nations morality
How people lose sight because of nationality

I’ve lost hope in purity
I’ve gained insecurity
No longer do I hold my head high with hope
No longer do I want to help people cope

But I am a fool
I let people use me like a tool
To make themselves feel better
And here she comes, i'm gonna let her

Because my passion is helping others
To give shelter and distribute cover
Even if it means killing myself inside
But these feelings are what I coincide

-CC
Feel free to share, Hope you enjoy. It feels good to be writing again.
Miss Me Nov 2017
To walk with nothing
  In hand

Allows room for a
  Heart of gold
May we all share the holidays with a heart of gold!
Evie Richards Oct 2017
I'm trapped in a room with no restraints
but my wrist are bleeding in their chains,
ah, ah.
ah, ah.

And the tears are streaming down my face,
but my cheeks are drier in their place,
ah, ah.
ah, ah.


because every time I run out the room
I stumble back in,
my hands are tied and my patience tried
and I'm wearing quite thin,
Now, I'm not one for wasting time
so I'll keep it all in
in the chains that I built
of my sin.


Oh, these walls are like a stranger to me;
they show me my face, but it's not me that I see,
ah, ah.
ah, ah.

I curl up in bed with my legs drawn close
because it's the simple things that I need the most.
ah, ah.
ah, ah.


because every time I run out the room
I stumble back in,
my hands are tied and my patients tied
and I'm wearing quite thin.
Now, I'm not one for wasting time,
so I'll keep it all in
in the chains that I built
of my sin.


because every time I ran out that room
and I stumbled back in,
my courage froze as my eyelids closed;
It's been wearing quite thin.
Now, I know I'm loved, but I can't breathe,
I can't take it all in.
so I'm trapped,
tearing pieces
off
my
skin.
A song I wrote about feeling trapped in my life, unable to act on my feelings, and unable to ask for help...
This is one of a series of songs that I wrote, let me know if you want me to post the others!
Brian Tafanji Oct 2017
Secrets I'm holding.
My head it's hurting.
My friends, they're leaving.
My sanity, it's fading.
Reality, it's fleeting.
Trust....where is it?
You told me not to share.
That I'd be dead if I dared.
You're suicidal I have to, I care.
Don't you care if I cry?
If I tell people you need help you'll leave me scattered.
But if I don't.....your soul will be shattered...
from the perspective of one of my good friends. I finally understand how they feel.
George Krokos Apr 2017
When many things seemed to be going wrong
You just then so happened to come along
and lift me up out of my deep sorrow
thereby giving me hope for the morrow.

You also taught me about faith and trust
which in our relationship was a must;
through my self effort and Your saving grace
I yearned to reach for a much higher place.

To get back to where I had fallen from
I would first then have to undo the wrong
of some past karma done in ignorance
which was scored then by disobedience.

Like the story of the prodigal son
who returned home to his father and won
I reflected on those things said and done
at each day's end for a better outcome.

In daily meditation's quietude
I regained confidence and fortitude
for self discipline and transformation
to rise up to that higher life station.

Your helping hand was indispensable
and so very strongly responsible
in saving me then from all of that gloom
I was heading toward failing to bloom.

It would be against so many an odd
that You helped me to gain favour with God
Who was really the One Divine Being
within every person always seeing.
_______
Writen in 2016. The actual theme goes back or refers to my early days on the path.
Nick Moser Feb 2017
Human beings need help.
They can’t do it completely on their own.

That’s why we spend some time calling out to people.
But it just ***** when you keep calling out to those,

Who have already hung up the phone.
Hello
Nicole Bataclan Jan 2017
I'm fine
When I am
I'm fine
When I am not
I'm fine
Whenever I am asked.

I am tormented
On the brink of madness
If I go through
Yet another sleepless night
Whenever I am asked,
I'm fine.

We talk more
Smile and joke
They are
The wrong words.

I am worried
Ashamed of breaking
I am crying for help
I will say
I'm fine
Instead.

I'm fine
When I am
I'm fine
When I am not
I'm fine
When I am everything but.

The biggest lie
The truth behind
Listen,
I am not.
nicoii Dec 2016
an angel has white wings because they have not been tainted by the world's colors yet.
they keep their chins held high, hand in hand in a long, unbreakable chain.

red for lust

orange for gossip

yellow for arrogance

green for jealousy

blue for depression

purple for rage

black for hatred

brown for gluttony

pink for self-consciousness

grey for hopelessness

and angels one by one become doused
and splattered
with all colors that aren't white
all different combinations
some with just one
others a rainbow
until the chain collapses
proving to be breakable
and the ones still white
grip tight to their friends and family
shaken and mortified

"protect the angels with white wings" i say proudly as my wings drip with green and blue and pink and grey.
the colors i struggle against the most.
"we couldn't make it
                         but maybe they can."
"some with just one; others a rainbow "
AB Dec 2016
When the world knocks
I won't answer.

When the world knocks
I'll pretend to be asleep.

When the world knocks
I'll hide in my room. I'll hide myself.

When the world knocks
I'll know I should be there
But I can't.

When the world knocks*
I hope it knocks on someone else's door.
Sometimes we're just not able to help everyone.
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