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Ben Meraki Nov 2018
I could publish a book of the things that you've done
to hurt me

You keep me on your hook but there's no way I'd run.
Don't desert me.

I know that for you, it's all about you.
But please don't let me go!

For at least I can feel each time you run me through.
Your cold steel's all I know.

- -

You're in control.
You've captured my soul and there's no escape for me.
For I want to belong, any way that I can.
I don't care if your love is fake (baby).

- - -

I'm every woman.
I'm every woman who can't accept
that a man should be kind.
So I'll follow behind you. Head down.
It's easier just to be kept in these chains.

-

Nothing remains now but the ghost
of the woman I could've been.
My friends turn away from me
yet still they grieve
as I fulfill their prophecy.

Some say I'm a prisoner of my own device.
Well maybe that's true
'cause I never think twice before
coming back to you.
Running back to you.
I belong to you!

- -

You're in control,
and so I extol virtues which I know you don't possess.
They think I'm blind, but I see
every moment with you as a test
I fear I'll fail.

- - -

I'm every woman.
I'm every woman who can't believe
that I'm better than this.
Just one kiss
from your poisonous lips
and I fall to my knees.

-

So open the door to my cell and I'll walk right in.
They say this is hell
but for me it's just home
and it's better than being alone.

Alone...

You're in control!
Esha Oct 2018
I'm getting all prosaic & stagnant;
Despite of having an existence so rare & fragrant.
I'm all blank all day;
And foggy & wry.
My lines & rhymes are getting repetitive & mundane;
Like my reality, crumbled & vain;
I feel empty due to the long episodes of pain;
But it's better to feel numb then overwhelmed.
Am I walking at all?
I wonder how long have I been standing still, but can't recall.
I sometimes want to feel the warmth of someone else's flesh;
Kiss them hard, hug them tight, become a mess.
But then I remember, these are the things I want do with myself, for myself;
Maybe a bit of isolation & self-nurturing would help.
I prefer to be wrapped up in the warmth of my own solitude;
But instead of self-loathing it should be self-love that I must include.
Maybe I'm just exaggerating;
Everyone suffers, way more than me, so why am I over-reacting.
No matter how hard I try to stop loathing myself, the cycle of Over thinking & self-loathing just doesn't seem to break.
Insecurity unnerving.
Innate need to feel deserving.
There’s so much I aspire to be.
But no success has been for me.

Capturing all the love that’s near,
While to be unloved is my fear.
Wishing this thought could be unlearned--
Feeling that love has been unearned.

Sometimes I wish I could just live,
Without this tired narrative.
That my ambition for success,
Based not on fear I’d be loved less.

Who needs to stand out from the crowd
Just to make the pretty girls proud?
Nothing I’ve done has been my own.
I’ve just been scared to be alone.

I’ve done so little just for me.
And now I see the irony.
At last admired and adored,
For motivations I abhorred.
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Apathy Jul 2014
The storm has gone
It's eerily quiet
As darkness creeps in
I try not to fight it.

My body is broken
****** and mangled
I hug my knees closer
My heartstrings all tangled.

My skin is stripped away
Taking my protection
My thoughts are dull rusty blades
Cutting deep, horrid infections.
Please, don't leave me alone...
Amanda Kay Burke Sep 2018
Many of the rumors about me are true
My insecurities reflect the past
Cards that I discarded weren't all that bad
Metaphorically folded too fast

You can assume whatever you want
Could imagine a million possibilities
In a lot of them you are probably right
I just feel I am viewed as a person diseased

It's only natural to judge in haste
I try to change their impression
I struggle with tired stereotypes
Hope those I love can see my intentions

My eyes betray sad stories
Vaguely told in shades of brown
And all throughout mistakes are woven
Punctuated by tears leaking down

I was a loser for awhile
A burden who offered less than nothing
Let my issues get the best of me
Friends have tried to give guidance
Wasn't ready to accept advice, kept ducking

Immature approach to solving problems
***** a wall to guard my heart
Let my issues get the best of
Embrace sin when life falls apart


Find it amusing when hypocrites whisper
With each passing day grow stronger
It was difficult at recovery's start
To be judged a person I wasn't any longer
Your past does not define you
Nathan Alexander Aug 2018
You’re an angel,
With a haunted heart.
I’m the devil’s son,
Straight out of hell...

If you’re smart...
You’ll run and protect yourself.

From the demon living in the dark...
There’s nothing to be gained, 'cause I can never change.
And you can never understand my sickness.

(I’ll never understand my sickness...)

Save yourself...
From a life full of lies, and a heart full of pain and sorrow!
Save yourself...
From the choices I make, cause nothing but failure follows!

Save yourself!

When it hurt like hell...
I needed you...
There’s no one else I even talk to anymore, and I curse myself...
I know that the right thing...
...Is to give you up...

I’m overcome by shame, cause I can never change,
And you can never understand my sickness!

(I’ll never understand my sickness...)

Save yourself!
Ian Aug 2018
i'm not all that great at opening up
with written words its not that
it's still closed, kept in the expression of art
but when it comes time to speak of the real feelings
i shiver and shudder at the thought of my sensitivity.

i'm not good at opening up
because telling someone you care makes you weak
its a strong thing to say, but an easy thing to exploit
and meaning it mean that you can be hurt
and i've never said something i didn't mean.

so i'm terrible at opening up
because this loving heart is powerful
and i'd hold you to me, listening and keeping you safe
i'd leave myself open, to make you feel comfortable
never seeing the knife sneaking to my heart

i'm awful at opening up
i'm selfish with this compassion
i'm unable to brave the pain
because if i wasn't
who's to help me when my heart is in pieces?
Another piece in the same vein as the previous, but something that has plagued me for quite a long time. It's a feeling that I've yet to shake.
Amanda Kay Burke Aug 2018
Hate myself for never being enough
I can't figure out how to succeed
Shelf I keep aspirations on is too high
I am nothing but a servant to incessant need

Another person expecting too much
Honestly that is what's keeping me down
Tired, I write these words
Disappointment pinning me to ground

Don't know how to be different
There is something holding me back
Can't quite pinpoint what is missing
But I sense it's something big I lack
Be patient with yourself. Nothing in nature blooms all year.
Amanda Kay Burke Aug 2018
I know you treat me with disrespect
Because I don't respect myself
I want you to know I have the same wish you do
For me to change into somebody else.
Did it occur to you that you're not the only one unhqppy with the way I am? Because I dislike myself even more than you do. Then I hate myself for not being able to change.
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