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Rone Selim Aug 2021
What is this longing that i feel?
Is the moon getting older
or everyone around me bitter?
My heart is streched,
into millions of pieces
Unable to recognize what it's calling for.

Who do i talk to, when it feels the loneliest?
The house is getting cold,
my feet heavy.
It is creeping on me
How do you help,
how do you soothe
when you feel
the weight of the worried on your shoulders?


Do you ever feel the pain of your loved ones as your own?
A thought from 2018..
miss joe Aug 2021
my hair is falling out more--
i don't quite understand why.
could it be the food I've been eating--
or lack thereof.
am i pulling too ******* my ponytails--
or yanking too tightly while twisting my braids.
can it be the stress of my final days of school--
or all the assignments still marked in red.
possibly the ache in my heart for him--
or the rage simmering in my chest.
maybe it's simply symptoms of ***--
or just my mind pressing buttons at random.
would it be because of my anxiety flowing over--
or the jitters from my morning cup of coffee.
funny if I've been tearing at my scalp in my sleep--
or clawing the demons from my dreams.
Yoh Esters Aug 2021
~๐˜›~๐˜ณ๐˜บ
~๐˜™~๐˜ถ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฏ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ
~๐˜ˆ~๐˜ธ๐˜ข๐˜บ
~๐˜œ~๐˜ณ
~๐˜”~๐˜ฆ๐˜ฎ๐˜ฐ๐˜ณ๐˜ช๐˜ฆ๐˜ด
~๐˜ˆ~๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ
~๐˜›~๐˜ณ๐˜ข๐˜ท๐˜ฆ๐˜ญ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ
~๐˜~๐˜ฏ
~๐˜Š~­๐˜ฉ๐˜ข๐˜ฐ๐˜ด

~๐˜”~๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ-๐˜ข๐˜ญ๐˜ต๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ
~๐˜Œ~๐˜ท๐˜ช๐˜ฅ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฏ๐˜ค๐˜ฆ
~๐˜”~๐˜ฐ๐˜ท๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ
~๐˜–~๐˜ฎ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ๐˜ด๐˜ญ๐˜บ
~๐˜™~๐˜ฆ๐˜ท๐˜ฆ๐˜ข๐˜ญ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ
~๐˜~๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ๐˜ฆ๐˜ด๐˜ค๐˜ณ๐˜ช๐˜ฃ๐˜ข๐˜ฃ๐˜ญ๐˜ฆ
~๐˜Œ~๐˜ฎ­๐˜ฐ๐˜ต๐˜ช๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ๐˜ข๐˜ญ
~๐˜š~๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜ค๐˜ต๐˜ถ๐˜ข๐˜ณ๐˜บ
Kushal Aug 2021
Silence is the only ingredient necessary
For my mind to unravel into anarchy.
Nik Bland Aug 2021
Crying out
Drown me now
Submerged
In pool upon pool
Of my own stress
Clear
Each drop
Translucent loneliness
Submerged down
Within the
Thought
That I might always
Be here
Oh dear
Call to make sure
Each
Dayโ€™s
Okay
I smile so wide it pushes you away
Irony in the lonely
Never fades
Lying here
And here
I
Stay
Drowning once again
Jammit Janet Aug 2021
I am full of feelings
Everywhere
All the time
Sometimes they are so powerful
They consume me alive
Materialize Madness
Incite my moral decline
Ralph Bobian Jul 2015
What can I tell you
About how I feel?
I can express that I'm aware
of each one of my emotions..
And that I know I need to heal.
I can tell you exactly where they came from
And what exactly caused them.
I can describe the unbearable pain they've given
And that I'm working to resolve them
I can explain in the most specific
and descriptive ways
How hard it is to face these emotions,
Each and every day.
I can weave my words on how I feel,
In ways no one else can say
Just to make you comprehend the stress
That my mind and body pays

Iโ€™m a thousand miles from my own words
But the first to understand
It's like I'm fixing you a puzzle,
But the pieces are too far
from my reaching hand.
It's like I'm writing you a story,
But run out of ink to write the end.
It's like I'm without a paintbrush
While I paint an image in your head

So although I'm self-aware
Of every emotion that I've expressed..
I'd rather be completely clueless,
And unaware instead.

Even though I can explain my emotions
Down to the finite and specifics,
Even though
I can admit that I know
That I've become undone
and feel unfinished..
this entire time
I know youโ€™ve tried
But there's a point that you've been missing.
I want so badly to feel completed
But the tools required

...are non-existent.
I feel everyone has a hard time expressing their emotions or even admitting or knowing that they need healing.ย ย What I find even harder, being VERY self-aware of what's going on or knowing that things need to get better, and then you don't know how. That *****. This is for everyone lost in their own translation
keith daniels Jul 2021
and nothing
- no -
can touch you here.
you need to know;
you want to hear.
lagoons of time
- pearlescent-
in all directions;
omnipresent.
we waste our tastes
in saline haste to swallow
something more than hate;
to anchor all,
to simulate;
the weight of tears
against the odds
of breath and flesh.
that safety net
defies the length of sentiment,
and even yet...
you hold yourself in present tense
to sweat,
resent,
repent.
and so,
you starve and fret.
in the dead of night
you petrify,
resist the air that rents
and gasp:
what was that?
Anxiety.
Jaicob Jul 2021
Open your eyes.
Break the habit.
Cut the old
With a hatchet.
Don't you worry
Don't you stress.
I will help you
Through the rest.

I'm your mentor.
I'm your guide.
I'll light your way
Through life's ride.
It's no problem.
I'm on your team.
Just take my hand
Before you leap.

It'll be hard.
It'll hurt a little,
But looking back
Where you started
Is such a miracle
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