Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
The pain seeps deep into my bones
The sharp nails scratch at my mind
Taunting me
Torturing me
I don’t even understand what I can’t escape
My soul screams
Who have I become?
Why am I here?
Am I truly real?
Or is this all just an illusion
I will never be able to awaken from
I shake and try to piece things together
But everytime my mind sinks in too deep, my lungs begin to suffocate
And my hands start to sweat
How I hate being left to myself, it seems I can never be alone to think
I’m exhausted
Make. It. Stop.
I’m not sure if this even makes sense to anyone, but right now this makes perfect sense to me.
Souf Mar 13
You looked at me
I saw your stare
The cold
                uninviting
                                     stressing
stare.
The one that kept me up at night,
shaking from fright.

You said you weren't sorry for what you said last night.
And that you meant it all.
Oh my.
What spite.

A shimmer in my eyes.
That's all it took to change my life forever.

No longer was I your *****.
I didn't follow you around
with my mouth open
drooling.
No more.

I wouldn't...
I couldn't...

That's what we all say,
until we do.
And that's when the scary begins all over again.
When you fall in to the same trap,
Over
         and
                  over
again.
Once the cycle has begun, there is no leaving
from one's stum.
For your stum is your home.
And your home is your cycle.
I wanted to write something sad, but nothing death related. So, this happened! It is one of my greatest fears and something I do sometimes. Recently, my friend and I stopped being friends when he began to bully me. I am afraid to fall in to the trap that is our friendship again, as I have with him before.
Arisa Mar 7
i'm sorry that me nervously tapping on the table
annoys you
sara,
but like,
it's not as if i can just
not
have anxiety
or anything.
******* it sara
ashley lingy Nov 2018
I hold my love for you
like the frail egg of a blue jay,
and I beg my shaking fingers to hang on.
There is a thumping beat within
threatening to break free from
thin shell.
I gently cup this in my palm
and I dream of the day it can beat alongside your thundering heart,
a thought to
soothe
my
worries
and
feed
a

steady

slow


pulse.
It's a constant battle.
I'm finding shells on my floor,
and a flood of defeat.
They got me again.
They tore up my flag;
and flattened my heart that scoped out nonsense.
I'm getting into fist fights with the mirror.
This world doesn't matter to me.
My bleeding nose and horrid mind are too naive for you to think that I am free;
breaching a shadow too small to cover me.
Mediums hover me,
and you call to connect with me.
Against my brain;
and induced will.
Against reality to assist a thrill-
All feedback is welcome and appreciated!
Mandalina Oct 2018
I'm cold.
I can't seem to stop shaking.
My hands are shaking and my legs are trembling for each step I'm taking.
Maybe I'm weak from not eating well.
But, you see, I haven't had any appetite since I left.
The loneliness is keeping me company and like a dead cold corpse she embraces me.
I don't know what to do
and I can't for my life stay warm for even a few minutes;
But somehow,
the cold creates a sense of security and I want her to stay.


-j.m.k
Amanda Sep 2018
Winter nights bring waves of memories
Alone with my thoughts
He said he is sorry and misses me bad
Words tie perception into confused knots

Truly wish I had nimble fingers
To untie them, see clear
Cursing as truth untangles
Weaves a portrait of all I fear

There is always a catch, a hamartia
A flaw in every human's design
As clique as this next line may be
Love can be cruel, so unfairly blind

I try to avoid reminiscing over the past
Though the memories were so precious before
Shaking hands with no control cling still
Just when I think my mind is free my heart offers more
Just when I think Im finally done a flood will come rushing over me and it begins all over again.
Next page