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My existence weighs heavy today,
Heavier than any moment to precede it.
I must decide now what will be my way,
If I shall rise to victory or remain defeated.
But in all truth, I feel not afraid.
Other challenges, I have vanquished
Lacking that languished hand of aid.
Yes, life is my special stage.
I shall revel in it's light,
As well as that of my new age.
Avery Apr 2019
You trying to help me is like
Holding me up like a plant to a house lamp
Trying to help
Trying to heal
But naive to the point of stupidity
Dragging to the point of falling
Down
Down
Down
into
Dark
Because that light isn't a savior
It's the one at the end of the tunnel
Atomika Apr 2019
The whispers of the wind grane me insight
The direction shifts which gives me fright
The silhouette of a man which favors delight
The horizon which gives way to the night

I traveled the path which gave me more fears
I'll gather my will right now, no more tears
Come what may, here I go, shifting my gears
No more hesitations, no worries, I steer

As the resolve I built up manifests
Chains of my despair shackles me nonetheless
I struggled, I persevered, I plan for the conquest
But the demons are fighting, they want me to be bested.

As long as the whispers of the wind flow in my direction
I'll carry onward, forward, going in my destination
I'll wrest these chains, my heart fueled with motivation
All my wishes will come to fruition because of my determination.
Krystle OBrien Apr 2019
Weight shifts
Light goes out
All too much to bare

Vicious circle
Never ending
No time left to spare

Heavy pressure
Hallow ground
Treading to stay afloat

Hurt heart
Shattered mind
Raw emotions that emote

Deep breath
Exhale slow
Let the body mend

Clear vision
Free soul
Know it’s not the end
Jay M Apr 2019
She's fallen from grace,
Her mind's all over the place,
How can she keep running this endless race?

Fantasize the happiness,
Put aside the loneliness;
Making the same mistakes again,
Don't know where she belongs...

Broken inside, with no place to go,
Dried out her eyes,
Open yours;
The feelings she hides,
Falling behind,
Every moment; remind, relive, repeat,
Lost in the silence,
Lost inside,
The land inside...

Dark and damp,
Awaiting a savior,
Someone, reach to her...
Is there anybody out there...?

No, not even the remains of the family,
Torn apart...

She cries tonight,
Wondering what she can do;
Another pill,
Another drink,
Another fake smile,
She lives her worst nightmares...

She cries, she lies,
She's on memories that she once knew,
Then there's another empty bottle on the floor,
Not hers...

Every night, just one more night,
She tries so hard to go on..

Dried eyes, there's nothing more she can do...
The daughter that they hardly knew...
Once so innocent,
Now so far gone...

- Jay M
April 2nd, 2019
neth jones Apr 2019
(not ringing)
Bringing shrill
in a sense vacuum
a violence

Mewing, gut string taut
shock shell
instrument strung
along the centre of a tester tube

Abused sense-fully
with over leaden silence
packed tomb
vacuum
provision tank
a violence

Violin
waves
admin crowding
crowning grin
audience of labcoaters
a tinny able
a stint completed in this pressure test
out come;
all fists and winning
soldier born
a re-spun sinner
Guinea Pig
Birth
Exsperiment
Jeannie Bianca Mar 2019
Am tired of the noise
It was so much better at school
I had purpose
I had friends
I had tests
I had boys who wanted a taste
Now it's vac
And am back
Back home
To the poverty
The yelling
And the stress
All the demons I tried to forget
They're here to haunt me

Am tired
You told me I was young
Too young to drive
To young to try
To young to try
To smoke ****
To stay out late
To play too hard
To get laid
But now all of a sudden
An old enough
To make these choices
These hard decisions
To leave home
To get into college
To be ALL grown up

Am tired
But as you can tell
Am not really tired
Am afraid
Am terrified
I just wish I was in high school again
Am tired.
For when you're afraid and you don't know who to ask for help
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