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Katie Jun 2020
I don’t know how to feel,
So I feel nothing at all.
Rose's poems May 2020
How do I stop hurting myself for you
You’re winning, aren’t you
You’re not thinking about me, are you
But I can’t stop thinking about you
I’m hurting myself for you
Is it for you
Is it for what you did for me
Is it for what you did to me
Zoë May 2020
How can I love myself
When I keep breaking my own heart
How can I move on
When I fall right back down

Running to hide away
No strength left to stay
I've got a long way ahead
But want to give up instead

How can I love myself
When there's nothing to like
How can I move on
When it's all I've ever known

Arriving in an empty space
Tears running down my face
Walked away to end up here
It all confirmed my fear

How can I love myself
After all this pain
How can I move on
When I've got nothing to gain
GreenWitch May 2020
How
How do you even like me? What do you even like about me that makes you keep saying you love me everyday?

How do you keep those thoughts at the forefront of your mind as you watch my daily failures?

How do I also attain this level of love for you?
Just some feelings going on lately
Aditya Roy May 2020
Is it a familiar
Feeling
That we ask why when we wonder how?
This is a poem on heartbreak.
StormriderIX Apr 2020
How
can you say
I make everything
complicated?

You
didn't even want
to try
to understand.

Why
do you refuse
to even try
to understand me?

I
wanted to talk,
explain
my point of view.

You
say you want
nothing
to do with my faith.

You
do not think
it important
to support my identity.

      Still
      I care
      about
      you.

You
said I
wouldn't care
if you died.

Not once.
Not twice.
But thrice.

How
can you say
these things to
your own daughter?

Once in fury.
Twice I have some doubt.
Thrice I know.
           You just struck out.
Zack Ripley Dec 2019
I want to know why.
I want to know how.
I want to know what's on your mind right now.
I want to know what you've seen.
I want to know your pain
So maybe someday I can relieve
Some of the pressure
That suffocates your brain.
Zack Ripley Jan 2020
I want to help, but I don't know how.
I want a world better than the one I live in now.
Faced with so many options, I'm afraid to choose
Because like it or not, the future's ours to lose.
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