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Jabin Apr 2018
.retsasid sdrawkcab a diova yam ew oS
retsam ot su rof stsixe ssenkaew tuB

.deyarp ev’uoy ecno retteb hcum leef dnA
dial ev’yeht shtap eht wollof uoY
.dnilb eht eusrup dna kaew eht dnuop tuB
?dniknam pleh ot enod uoy evah tahW

.ecnatirehni yppah dniheb gnidiH
ecnagorra htiw kcom dna egduj uoY
.thgin sseldne dna ,niap ,regnuh fO
?thgir s’tahw tuoba wonk uoy od tahW
i threw a knife at ,my window instead of my heart
it was selfish really, to break something else
so that i don't fall apart.
Millie Apr 2018
Why
does the pettiness
of my silence
affect you
so badly

why
do you expect
by default
an adjustment
to your actions

why
are you quick
to call me out
on my shortcomings
but blind to yours

why
can you hear
only the sound
of your voice
and deaf to
the sound of mine

why
do you believe
that this control
is craved and
makes you
a saviour

why
can't you see
that your insecurities
are laughing
so loudly
at your ego
Sunny Beach Apr 2018
You:
How selfish could you be? Do you know that it hurts me? Look at all the people you left behind. All the pain that you caused. I have to deal with you killing yourself. I am sad. I could've have been there for you. How dare you take your own life and leave me? You had no right to do that to me.

Me:
I hear what you are saying but listen to me. The only thing I hear in your statements is me, me, me. You tell me I am selfish yet look at what you say. My death has nothing to do with you how selfish can YOU be. All the pain that I caused does not compare to mine. Nobody was there before. I was all alone. You were too busy to care to see how my eyes were hollow. Why be there now after I'm dead? My life was my life not yours to keep. I see your anger as guilt. Now how selfish can that be?
Just sick of people saying how selfish suicide is but the reasons they come up with is more selfish than someone wanting their pain to end.
Ezis Apr 2018
I think your women have to prove themselves
You make them work for it and you do not
You know they are hooked

So you only go with it when something new pushes you along
Like the fact that I like ***** heads songs
Or that I read poetry
Or that I smoke ****

It’s understandable you want us to have things in common
But why am I the one always making the effort to find those things

Is it selfish of me to keep with you
When I don’t think you’re in it fully
Because I am.

Our similarities are undeniable
Even to you
And that’s why I know when every once in a while
You see what I see and it pushes you along
Along to me
And I’m okay with that

Maybe we are both a little selfish but either way
as long as I have you, I’m okay
Aynjul Apr 2018
Since when is it okay
To feel indifferent
I've kept my heart away
And now my mental health is distant
I am lost.

And that use to be fun
But its gone too far..

Who have I become.
Imy
i got vapor for a soul
fleeting smoke, no remorse
i shiver at the sight of all
like my mouth chiselled
like my eyes drawn shut
blinds replaced by a wall
we are not humans here
we are abandoned homes
lost cities
twelve thousand feet under
sunken ships, skeleton hopes
we rejoice at the dark sky
thunder inside my bones
we are sad
we drink the fallen king’s wine
we are mad
mad
mad
mad
we call it victory.
i call it sweet release.
sometimes, to write for yourself is a must. write about what it feels like, and how it hurts. doesn't matter if they don't understand. they're not meant to know.
Kris Balubar Apr 2018
I should've known
You played a sweet smile
Capturing innocent hearts
Trust flows without thinking

Who knows I played
Right into your silly games
Trapped without knowing

Full of exposed,
You took things for granted
And left things unfinished

Selfish, creepy's me
I can't trust anymore

Well played,
You radiate the pain I feel
empty seas Mar 2018
While walking my dog
I passed by a dead frog
s q u i s h e d  f l a t
like the world had finally
fallen on it
I almost mistook it for a leaf
and jumped away at the last second
to not step on its disfigured body
more concerned about my shoes
and whether my dog wanted to eat it
then the frog's death
so I left it
on the road
not even bothering to bury it
or push it into the ditch
I didn't want to get my shoes *****
I would go back
but it's probably decayed by now
so I just sit in my regret
and how easily we dismiss
the little tragedies all around us
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