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Mister J Oct 2019
My mind is playing with me
In a game I know I will lose
Talking myself out of this
Wrestling with my thoughts

I'm lost in my paranoia
Imprisoned in the walls I built
The whispers are deafening
The screams are silent

I'm running out of time
I'm slipping to insanity
How does one get free
From all this absurdity

Its a game of fools
Its a pointless showdown
That leaves us with no choice
But to participate in anguish

You turned me into something else
Fooling me with false happiness
That even now I lie to myself everyday
With hopeless thoughts of being saved

I'm losing myself
To my psychotic tendencies
And I guess I'm in that state
That I don't want to be saved anymore

I'm tired of letting people in
I'm tired of asking for a savior
I'm tired of seeking redemption
In fact, I only seek assimilation

No more screaming for help
No more reaching for heaven
I'm storming the road to hell
I'm embracing my demons

No more roses for angels
No more goddesses to worship
No more queens to kneel down to
With open arms I welcome this atheism

I am my own demon
And I will keep myself satiated
I will feed my insanities
And I will be the devil you painted me to be
Dumping 3am thoughts

Good Morning!
Happy Reading!

-J
LC Sep 2019
I'm falling.
How can no one
hear my screams or
see what holds me captive?
I'm trying to stay afloat,
and no one sees that.
I'm falling.
They ask what wrong
If only they could hear my screams
And the voice in my head
Maybe then
Maybe they could understand the way I am
And why I do what I do
And draw on my shoes
“Why do you always distance  yourself when we get closer...like if you don't want to be friends just say it”
“Okay... I don't want to friends”
When I was 8:
I met this guy
He was nice and kind
He was short and shaped like a ball
He still made me fall
Deep in his eyes
I felt alive
After a while we stoped talking and I never saw him again

When I was 9 my best friends of all my life:
Left
With no regret in their eyes
Like they see something they despise
And all those night thinking I wasn't enough
Were very rough
Losing the only people you love is very tough

When I was 11 :
I understood that they were gone
And I moved on
Thats when I met him
The only one that could make me laugh
Like back then

When I was 12 :
He didn't like me anymore
Says he got bored

When I was 13:
I saw him again
The short was shaped like a ball
Except he wasn't like that at all
He got taller
Taller than my father
He got toned
And it showed
I felt a blush creep on my face
I said hey and he smiled

When I was sure there wasn't any love left:
I trusted her
I told her I liked him
She understood I could never walk up to him
So she did
She got his number
His hoodie
His love

When I gave up:
“Yeah he likes me a lot but I dont”
I then understood  that if you love someone
They will leave
So sorry
But I dont want to be your friend
Vachaspathi Aug 2019
There you are.
In my muted screams. In my million dreams.
Screams echo
Down the halls
Bouncing on and
Off the walls

Pain and confusion
Lace the screams
Except no one can hear
Through the mask of glee

Too deaf to hear
Too blind to see
The pained cry
And agony
Kay-Rosa May 2019
i fear the dark,
i fear the light.
i fear the shadows and the monsters who take refuge in my mind.
i fear the eternal silence,
i fear the bloodcurdling screams of the voices who are never given a microphone.
but most of all,
above any fear i have ever felt,
i fear being stuck, i fear failure.
i fear i will never get anywhere with my limited abilities.
i fear falling down,
                            down,
                                   down,
                                         down
to my own personalized hell where endless,
                                              crippling failure is
inevitable.
                                                            for once
                                 just once
can i play the game
                                                                                 and win?
xtine Apr 2019
maybe you once asked me:
"how are you?"
but
did you really mean it?
was it ever a genuine curiosity
or
was it just a meaningless question to avoid the oddity
of inane awkward silences?
maybe
it was just an appropriate thing for you to say at the moment
and it led me on to think
that you'll be there for me when i need it.
but at the end,
you were never
there.

SO

the next time you ask me:
"how are you?"
and i say:
"i'm okay"
and if you genuinely cared at all,
would you have noticed the silent screams in my eyes
that hold back the tears saying
i need you?
This is dedicated to a friend who once told me that she questions if her friends are genuine enough to be there for her when she needs them. Because honestly, I can relate.
Cardboard-Jones Apr 2019
It was random, one evening
It just came for all the people.
For the neighbors and my friends.
My loved ones didn’t stand a chance.

It was growling, it was howling.
In the dark I knew it was prowling.
Born on a full moon.
It’s here for all our doom.

There’s no warning, or a reason.
It must be killing season.
You can run and try to hide
But it hears you breathing.

Then it showed up like a whisper.
I saw the monster clearer.
I began to get the shivers
As this monster looked familiar.

It’s consuming, getting bigger.
No sign it’ll reconsider.
This could be the end of days
‘Cause nobody’s safe.

And no matter how loud I try to scream
The monster never came for me.
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