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Talia Sep 2020
nobody can hear me
no matter how loud I scream
I keep reaching out for help, but
the closer I get to it
the further I am from waking up
Aryaman Aug 2020
What will I be,
When I will be nobody?
When I will not be,
In this world,
In this body,
What will I be,
When I will be nobody...

I will be something,
Don't know where and what...
I will be something,
Out there, where we don't have these,
People around...

What will I be,
After my death,
A day or a dark night,
Or a moon with a twinkling light...

What Will I Be,
When I will be Nobody.
audreyboren Jul 2020
every night you were mine
every midnight you said those 3 words
every time the star shines, you never let me go
every time the moon stares, you held me in your arms, hold me, comfort me
then you pull me closer onto you
but every time the sun rises, its all gone
because the word "us"
is was just a dream

because i am nobody to you
Jocelyn Jun 2020
There was a girl.
She didn't know who she was.
The world didn't pass her by though;
She seized every opportunity,
got the good grades,
met the good people,
volunteered where she could.

It wasn't enough.
She didn't know who she was.
What happens when she leaves highschool?
When 97% averages no longer define her.
All the **** expectations and pressure,
has crushed her dreams so she is left lost.

Everyone expects her to go far,
to do amazing things,
to be herself.
But who the hell is she?
The girl thinks.
Constantly seeking validation for her ideas,
pushing herself to such extremes,
where she could do permanent damage.
What the hell is she going to do without all the support of other people?

She'll crash and burn.
We know this.
She'll work her *** off but never get anywhere.
At least thats what the girl thinks.
She's scared.
She feels like a helpless baby deer.
Nowhere to turn no idea what the future holds.

Who the hell is she.
Garrett Johnson Jun 2020
Angular relapse.

Like a tongue on a hot pipe.
Gets blistered.
Boils in the star in the sky.
And pops.
Pus.
Picking up even the stongest bones crunching.
The whimper.
The moonlight.
The **** in the head that fries.
Pretend to even act.
Like the little voice beating between the ears.
Meaning nothing and everything.
For everyone and Nobody.
But stills crawls.
Back into an acidic center.
Home that could never be home
And flushed into. . . What be formed into silent ends.


Garrett Johnson.
the ceiling it speaks saying nothing.
Kyla Mae May 2020
Nothing new, nothing good wherever i look
How many days i have to count?
How many years i have to wait?
To finally say "Yes! I did it!"

Nobody knows why I'm still here
I feel stuck but i need to move
Would my future self thank me if do everything to improve?
Lara May 2020
What is real and what isn’t?

Nobody knows.

Everybody knows.

Nobody really knows anything, but everybody knows something.
Who knows?
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