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Grim Apr 2014
Our world it bleeds
Anonymous faces are screaming
Cynicism grows like a tumor on our hearts
Our lives are constructed around our fears
We can't let our twisted Earth rule us
We can return the light to this world
Believe
Believe in yourself
Believe in others
And be free
Together we can take back our freedom
We need not be afraid
Ghania Sohail Apr 2014
What we had
was never true yet
you led me into believing you.

Screaming and thrashing;
that's how you left me,
now even sitting near a fire cant warm whats left of me.

I cant fix the pain that bleeds inside of me
because you took away the little
that was left of my sanity.

Normally, I'd say it was a pleasure knowing you.
but can I say that, when you told me that
wasn't the real you?

They told me to move on,
say "***** you" and smile.
"come on, you can do it. yeaah you're strong."

But little do they know, that you were my strength
and now?
Now you're just *gone.
i Apr 2014
i found
old cassettes
of my bitter past,
and twisted childhood
under my broken bed.
i couldn't stop those
unwanted memories that
flooded through my mind,
images and flashes
of blood,
and screaming echoes.
Daylight 4U2C Apr 2014
Often I think I'd scream,
"but no one listens,"
but no one listens.
lia Apr 2014
not
BELIEVE ME WHEN I SAY I TRIED MY HARDEST AND YOU STILL DIDNT FEEL A ******* THING ITS NOT MY FAULT OR MAYBE IT IS I REALLY DONT KNOW AND IM SORRY IM NOT ENOUGH BUT AT LEAST GIVE ME CREDIT BECAUSE OH MY GOD AM I TRYING MY BEST ON PLEASING YOU
im sorry im losing my mind
Jane EB Smith Mar 2013
I fight the screaming, the fear, the
embarrassing stupidity.
I don't give in but.
Sometimes it wins.
Sometimes I lose
who am I,
I lose the ability to
form to form to form
sentences and thoughts wi
which don't repeat
the ability to form
the ability to form
sentences which don't repeat
in circles in my head.
Sometimes the little faceless man runs
screaming
in circles
and I
can't look
directly
for fear they
might see him
running
screaming.
I can't open my eyes to them
can't open my mind or soul
in fear they might know that
I'm faking it.

I know they know
anyway.
I know they hear it. I know they talk.
I know they wonder where I went
why I can't hear them
the noise, the noise in my head
won't let me go.
It
won't
let
go.
I try.

All this wasted time
this wasted life
destroys me.
D Apr 2014
No matter how loud I scream
It's not loud enough
No matter how high I raise the volume
It's not high enough
I crave to tune out everything around me
But something stops me
It's not enough
*It's not enough
I need better headphones
Chalsey Wilder Mar 2014
"I can't take it anymore" I said
"I hear the voices, I hear them scream"
"What voices?" he said
"There aren't any voices. Only you and I are here."
I look up
"The voices are too much for me." I said

Next thing I know I'm in an asylum
"What are the voices saying?" they ask
"They're saying everything." I whisper
Then they scream and I fall to my knees and scream with them
The screaming voices are my silent screams
If you read my other poem called Silent screams you might get this a bit more. Or maybe not.
It just came out this way
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