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Orchid May 2018
Depression is the singer
Singing lullaby’s to me
Early in the morning.

Depression is the band
Living next door,
Practicing late at night,
Keeping me awake
With the beats of a drum.

Depression is the love song
I think about
when I think of you.

Depression makes the music,
That I hold dear to me,
Into the banging of a gong
That never stops ringing.

Depression is the storm
Late at night,
That no one can see.
For they sleep peacefully
In the warmth of their sheets.
While I slowly die of the cold.

Depression is the tsunami
That destroys everything I love.
It carries my hopes away,
On a stream
That leads off a cliff.

I can’t retrieve my sanity.
And sadly I think,
Depression will **** me.
cait-cait May 2018
i would **** for you —
you know ,, ?

stain my white dress in red :
for
you .
                     .

blood dripping down a
knife
i would swear i never
held
.

but
they would end up catching me
of course ,

they always do —

and
the devil would sneer
,
disappointed ,

lace dress tight —
her lips curled in painted pink ,
when everything seems
so
h o t .
           .

because
               she knows
that
while
i would **** for you,
i
would never,
                       ever
die.
"well here we are again, its always such a pleasure"

i saw that funny tumblr post that said "its hotter than the devils p*ssy in here"
You met him just like others before him,  he was rough and very very raw.
You detested him,  saw him below your level.  
He wormed his way into your heart and became part and parcel  of your being.  
He had nothing, no life,  you breathed purpose into him.  
He used to crawl, you became his legs.  
A blind fellow who had no vision, you gave him sight and reason to live.            
Just as a fish can't forget to swim,  
just as a donkey itches to bray.
  His past at times calls him and he relapses.  
Two backslides you forgive,  then warn him.
Just like a bad *** that doesn't forget to ****.  
You argue with him on his fortieth relapse.  
Being the human being you are,  a child like him.  
You call it quits,  

Like a river drained of its water,  like a night stolen of its stars. Like a farm without its produce or a bee without its sting,  
he is.
He tries to stand, you were his feet.  Opens his mouth, your were his voice.
He tries to think you were his brain.
And looking at his heart, he has none.
And that's  ******* a man
Ma
Eddyn Apr 2018
I feel like a burden on you
the person i love most
the ones heart i broke
the ones soul i shattered
I feel like a burden on you
because you can barley smile
yet i can barley breathe
breaking you; killed me
killed any sign of good left in me
you created the goodness
now that is gone, my heart is cold
my body still numb and my heart never at peace
me leaving broke you
but killed the goodness left in me
Everyday I wake up with the storm in my chest
No, you don't know nor understand
I am okay or somehow I look okay
My mind is clear,
My heart in turmoil
The knife in my hands ready to stab my heart out
I am exhausted, yet I want to ****
End not your life but mine.

I am ambitious
Sinner for her ambition
Deserves nothing but a life sentence
Behold, the disappearance of my presence

Eyes are watching.... judging...
Do I deserve their piercing gazes?
Probably.
I've let down the people in my life,
The ones that really matters

Now, I am surrounded of booming laughter
Thy name, hold up to shame
Ridiculed for trying to achieve a star so far
I should have known that it's impossible to fly.

This suicidal note is not for you
It is for me, for I need to calm my nerves
For I am holding the knife that is ready to rip my heart.
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