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I feel like im dying
Im not even crying

Im always lying
To you especially
Cant you see
Im not happy

Like a rose I bloomed
Like an Echinopsis
I was gone in a day
Too weak to stay
I say I don't like you
         Try to convince myself the feelings are gone
Pretend to be okay with all of this

         Then I watch you run
Your fingers through your hair
         And my heart drops
Anna Sep 16
Our smoke was all over the room
Oh you said it was killing you
But we were killing the seconds
Lying on your mom's carpet.

Oh, my time killer
Don't rush it
Running towards the minutes
Scaring the hours.

No need of caffeine
You had the adrenaline in your blood
You were in a hurry.

Now my feet don't touch the ground
They touch your feet
No way down, do you feel me?
he is a parasite
he is a leech

he feeds on your blood
he is full of greed

he has a plan to put you down
without even your notice

he started with love bombing
he ended on blaming

he did projection all the time
he injected toxicity within your happy soul

he targets his prey
he handles ten at times

he can never be loyal
he does chronic lying

show him the mirror
show him the death

cut off his oxygen
don't ever interact
Aurora Camet Sep 7
I wonder, are you really glad?

Or are you lying? Are you sad?

Understanding people is hard to do.

Especially people like you.


You smile and seem happy all the time.

But when you're alone, you don't seem fine.

I worry a lot. You should know.

I would tell you but my words can't flow.


I worry that you're just lying.

Being my friend and smiling.

I'm worried I'm not good enough.

I'm worried about what we'll become.


And you know, I worry too much.

To what I see to what I touch.

If you need to talk, I'l be here.

So don't worry, I won't disappear.
I know enough and become don't really rhyme but you know, that's fine.
Tiberius Sep 5
Everything will be okay.
I tell myself as I lay my head on my pillow
For the first time in a long time, completely alone
Everything will be okay.
I tell myself as I choke on the despair and feel the weight of my loneliness slowly pushing me further into my bed
Everything will be okay.
I tell myself every hour on the hour as I hear the clock tick in the background, like a bomb waiting to go off in my chest.
Everything will be okay.
As the days pass, and the pain becomes more of a companion, more of a friend I’ve known a few times before, back for a visit.
Everything will be okay.
I tell myself as I wait around a phone for a call or message , that deep down I know isn’t coming, or if it even did, it doesn’t matter.
Everything will be okay.
As I become numb, like a zombie living my days in a life I can’t find the meaning in.
Everything will be okay.
I lie to myself, as they all lie to me, because everything, everything is not okay.
Luca C Sep 1
Maybe I'm tired.
What if I told you I couldn't remember the last time I've gotten more than seven hourse of sleep?
Would you believe me?
I could be lying to you.
I could be lying about staying up, starring at my ceiling with bloodshot eyes, thinking about what a girl, with purple hair and a heart, that once used to be so cold, told me words that i never wanted to hear.
Even if it might have only been in a dream
Evenifitdidntmakemefeelanything
Imtootired
Tofeelanything
M­aybe you'd believe me if I described it with intricate detail?
How
The air was cold and the blanket I slept with didnt quite cover my shoulders or my feet
How the coldness touching my skin
Just matched the temperature
Inside my chest
and how
The side of my bed dipped from
Broken metal springs
Just like my bones
That felt close to dust
Because of the exhaustion
Dripping
Off of my being
How
the red numbers on my alarm clock were six minutes too far
From the present
and
How the metal rings on my right hand
Cut into
My skin
But not enough to break the surface
How the hours passed
And i did not blink
I could not look
Away
From the glowing stars I so oh
Deperately wanted to return to
To recycle myself into this earth
And maybe have a slight chance
Of giving back
Some
Of all that I have taken from it
If
It meant
I wouldnt be so tired
But I could be lying.
I could be.
What if I am?
If I told you I was, would you believe me?
Maybe not
Because only someone who has felt like that can put it into pretty words? So I musnt be lying?
This is the age of sin. But you choose the lens you look at the world through
This is where my body lies
Unknown in the dirt
You might as well know
I never went to a funeral
But mine
This is where my body lies
And it lied in life too

April 2016
The Vault Aug 30
We are not friends
We are nothing
But you can't seem to take the hint
That I don't like you
You did me *****
You threw me to the dogs
But you seem to think
I still like your guts
Coming over
Spreading lies
Acting like everything is alright
Sorry chicky
But you are just as **** in and out
I don't give second chances
You had your chance
I am doing better now
So get the hint.
Strung Aug 30
Fire sparks along the walls of my gut.
Smoke pours from mouth—the cries I tried to release, gone.
Lies lies lies lies and excuses,
there’s a burning in my stomach.
I feel words wither on my tongue
As yours overpower and overwhelm.
Questions asked
About every word.
I’ll set it on fire
I’ll set it all on fire.
Coals to your wisdom,
Embers to your truth.
I’ll set it on fire.
Stop asking me
And doubting me
And lying.
I’ll set it all on fire.
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