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Clay Powell Jan 16
Silver is my favorite color, or at least it was. It wasn’t the typical silver, it was

shiny and tiny, the silver that cuts through things smoothly. In this case my

skin. My happy memories are all locked in a bin and thrown in the back of my

mind. The silver sending chills down my spine. As I look for any sign of the

happiness I once knew.
cleo Jan 15
getting harder daily not to break down, cry.
this feels like such a waste of a life.
waiting for the day that i finally cross the line,
and yet it never comes. you stay. you choose me, us, every time.
Lucy Jan 13
My life has been long and hard.
But i have survived.
My life has been stressful, and difficult.
But i have survived.
My life has been short.
but it feels long and wasted.
My life has had its ups, and downs.
every night, i lay in bed, and wonder
"Will this be my final breath?"
"Will this be the ending of it all?"
"Will this be the end of the girl named lucy?"
I just wish, that i could be free.
Free from this body.
Free from this deadname.
Free from male pronouns.
Free from this male body.
But i will never truly be free.
as long as i live.
This is like a vent but also kinda me dumping my sorrows on the internet.
hello poetry is like a safespace for me rn.
Lucy Jan 11
No One cares about this trainwreck.
No One wants this trainwreck.
No One loves this trainwreck.
EveryOne says they love me, But No One truly does.
EveryOne says they care about me, But No One truly does.
EveryOne says they want me to stay around, But No One truly does.
EveryOne says to me, "Life is better with you in it, Lucy."
But No One truly means it.
No One Wants Me Alive.
No One Wants Me.
No One Loves Me.
No One Cares About Me.
This is something that has come out of deep, deep sorrow and pain.
bella Jan 8
I remember, not so long ago,
i was someone else.
Someone i tried to finally
accept.

But darkness,
Oh, my darkness -
it devoured me.
Once again.

The poisoned touch of yours -
an electric current,
running through my body.

I knew,
you wanted me for
a dance of the sheets.
Manipulated by the
romance of empty trees,
i could not leave.

While seeking for a cozy blanket,
i lost myself in this cal forest.
Loving you was a way of self harm.
TRIGGER WARNING

little disclaimer.  i do not romanticize self harm or any kind of "struggles".
i´m processing things through writing.
maxx Dec 2024
if i carved my pain
into my skin,
if i starved myself
into nothing,
if i made a graveyard
of my body,
would you believe me then?

tell me,
how much of me
must i destroy
before you see
i'm already gone?
trigger warnings:
self harm
eating disorder
suicide
i

fall

deeper

into

a

pit

never

even

looking

up

never

seeing

the

sun

a

dist­ant

pinprick

of

light

never

to

see

again

i

dont

deserve

it

i

dont

deserve

anything
its not a very good one so just... bye
Kai Jan 5
I said id stop
I said id try
But everything i say those words
I know they're lies
While I hold the blade
My mind goes blank
My body does what it does
I have no control
Eventually the pain pulls me out of the trance
Then I see the effect of what I've done
The fresh blood..
The scars on my thighs and arms
The pain that will never go away
Anno Jan 3
The stress made me relapse.
the day after new years eve,
i relapsed.
i broke my four months streak.
It didn't feel bad, or disappointing.
i didn't even feel guilt.
now I feel guilty for not feeling guilt.
But it was so good.
I relapsed two days into 2025.
and I knew it was coming.
having never been clean for that long before,
i knew I would come back to it.
it's my safe place, the pain, the punishment.

I want to get worse and to f*ck myself up and I want people to not know about anything until it's too late, until I am done, until it's over.
I don't think this is even a poem, it's just me ranting about my silly little problems. Can't wait until school starts in a few days and it'll get worse!
Kai Jan 2
Im so sorry
I said I'd stop
I lied.
I said never again
I lied
I didn't mean to
I wasn't thinking
It was to much
Im sorry
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