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Zack Ripley Mar 2019
They're swinging left and swinging right.
They hide in the shadows just out of sight.
But how can I fight what I cannot see?
How can I stop them from breaking every piece of me?
If you're out there and feeling all alone,
you don't have to fight all on your own.
Because the more you ask for help, the more you take control.
And when you take control and feel it in your soul,
the doubts will start to disappear.
Doubts! The bullies of the mind.
Doubts! Leave no trace of them behind.
Now that you know how to fight back, it's time to put it to the test. Take it one step, one day at a time, and we'll figure out the rest.
Isabella Mar 2020
They well up in my eyes.
I blink them away.
Because it doesn't count as crying,
If the tears don't hit the page.

I'm sad and I'm a wreck.
But hey, it's okay.
Because it doesn't count as sadness,
If no one sees my pain.
Isabella Mar 2020
I dream a dream
Of faraway places.
Where I wish to go,
And see the faceless faces.

Silent with sound
Of nature galore.
And I never know
What lies in store.

For I dream a dream
That waits for me to arrive.
And I want the world to know,
That is where I'll hide.
Choal westfall Mar 2020
The giants,
They fight.

They live their life blind,
Blind to those below.
Blind to the fights we have fought,
Blind to the pain we keep,
And yet they say they know.

We speak of what we think,
We speak of what we know.
We tell of how we take the blow.
They listen not.
And yet they say they know.

So we hide.
We hide the things we feel,
We hide the things we think.
Hide the wounds we dont want seen.
Let them think they know.

So inside it stays.
We fight and it grows.
So we grow and grow.
We are the giants.
Now we know.

The fights we fought,
Those we did forget.
So we forget and fight,
Fight and forget.
No one really knows.
Isabella Mar 2020
I sit, my back against the wall. Tears trickling down my cheeks.
Then I wash off my face and stand tall, which means that I am weak.
Alone in the bathroom stall, I couldn't control my cries.
On the inside I feel so very small, and the smiles I wear are lies.
Isabella Mar 2020
Silence is the sound of thinking.
Lonely thoughts, slowly sinking.
Darkness drowning the haze of outside.
Silence clouding the girl who wants to hide.
Luna Maria Mar 2020
Don’t belong here
I try to escape
in the words
and hide from
the world.
where will I feel like home?
Oliver Mar 2020
my hands and thoughts do tremble
seeing that which i resemble
nasty snarl upon my face
reminding me i’m a disgrace
furrowed brow and clenching fist
intrusive thoughts i can’t resist
cowardly i run and hide
from everything i keep inside
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