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RC Dec 2019
Oh but Mama, the liquor feels so good in my system
so warm in my blood
I'll bet you never thought I would've listened
but now look at me
filling your shoes, so lost in my boots
I look a little something like you would've
I believe I would reckon.

And Mama have you seen
what a mess I've let these men make of me?
Most of them built on apologies
but they mean what they say
and they like to say it when they're mean.
Oh, Mama,
you should see the things you didn't mean to teach me.

Mama? Please don't be sad,
or hurt, or guilted, or shamed,
you did the best you could with what we had to our name,
My heart's bigger than most
and my eyes are wider all the same
I'll hold it all on my shoulders
I've learned to balance peace with the pain.
You tried
To love
A girl

On the verge
Of losing
Reality

A stage
In her life
Where

All
She could
Do

Was
Write

As a
Form
Of
Psychiatry.
Ammar Jan 2019
At one point, reality was observed
With a revered gaze
Unfortunately, now
I would trade sobriety
For white lines.
All messed up in the head.
Amanda Jul 2018
Last night you got high
Had a shot to **** the pain
And you live your life in misery
From the mistakes and pouring rain

Were pulling you to darkness
Today wake feeling groggy
Regretting the same moonlit decisions
You like it better when head's foggy

You are not the only one who likes to get high
Yet plenty of others abstain
Must decide what matters more
Your life or influence over your brain

Clear you can't have both though you try
Juggling problems, they fall out of the air
Watching what you love swirl down the drain
Losing your life, why don't you care?
This is a letter ro myself
Carter Ginter Jan 2018
I wanna see the blood
I wanna see the pain
I wanna prove that my body
Is nothing more than a frame
My mind is screaming
Parts of it beg me to bleed
The others demonize those pleas
I just don't want to feel this way anymore
And I suppose it's my own fault
I know how I get
When I start drinking then stop
Maybe that's why I always overdo it
Because then I can get sick and sleep
Before this depression takes its hold
And sets my demons free
Digging and clawing at my mind
Until I do the same to my own skin
Äŧül Dec 2017
I am very healthy,
In perfect health,
For both of us, and,
Our future children too.
This 'Mayonnaise' here,
It's only for you, and,
Only you will use it,
Your health will only improve.
My HP Poem #1690
©Atul Kaushal
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