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N Feb 2020
There is such
loneliness in
my heart, and
it consumes me
each deathly night

Weeping I laid
and waited for
the tears to dry,
but they remained
on my face like
a wound that
won’t seem to heal
About last night.
Leslie Jade Feb 2020
Most of the time,
i hate myself for pushing away
the people around me

Yet a lot of times,
i hate myself for caring too much
about people

I blame myself
in everything
that has been happening

It's as if I myself,
being born,
is already a mistake

I wish
I could motivate myself
to push through

How I wish
I am enough
for everyone

It's as if
I'm always pleasing myself
to other people in order to survive

Yet in the end
Who would dare to save me
If I myself cannot heal my soul
I know it's not too much of a poem. I just need to express my deepest anxieties away from my system for a while. I hope y'all would love this one. And hey, I'm back again :)
Empire Feb 2020
tw suicidal fantasy



This is the last time
The knife will never again leave its drawer
Not after tonight
Not by my hand

I’ll take it out
Unsheathe the tool of my end
I just... I just wanna...
Hold it against my skin

There will be no restraint
Not this time
I’ll dig it in as deep as I can bear
Tear a horrible **** in my arm

I wanna feel the agony
Watch myself bleed out
Until it gets foggy
Until the room starts to sway

Then, I can lay myself down
One last time.
Ugh... my heart aches for an end...

dw I’ve contacted suicide prevention
Willow Branche Feb 2020
Why do I matter? Why should I stay?
Because where you leave your pain and suffering, many people who are still here will pick it up... Yes, you may feel like no one cares or they wouldn’t notice if you left, but you are wrong. You're worth much more than you realize. Every persons life is important and meaningful because of how we are all connected. Look around... how many people are in your world? How many people have you come in contact with? Even if they never met you in person, even if they've never said a word to you; your death would affect their life.
One of my brother’s best friends died when we were in high school. Geoff was never a huge part in my life, but he was in my world. He was always over my house because my brother and his were best friends and they were swim/water polo teammates.  His death was caused by meningitis, not suicide, but even so, it impacted so many people and took everyone by surprise. When they announced his name over the loud speaker that day at school, I felt a part of my heart break... Because I knew that right then, his parents, sister and his older brother were in so much pain... Because I knew all of his friends, my brother included, were crying, mourning and thinking of all of the times they had had with him. Even to this day, almost 10 years later, people still post things about him on Facebook. Every year on his birthday, I see people sharing photos and memories. I see his brothers posts on the anniversary of his death and my heart breaks over and over. I watched his brother collapse and scream — crying over the loss of his brother. I'll never forget that sound. I can never forget that image. His parents had a complete mental break down. His mom was actually institutionalized afterwards because she was a danger to herself. His father became an alcoholic very soon after Geoffs death. No one could comprehend what life was going to be like without Geoff. Even people like me, someone who only knew him in passing, were affected by his death. You may think that you are worthless, that no one will miss you, that this pain will never end, but you aren’t, they will, and it will. Trust me love. I’ve gone through 27 years of fighting mental illness, loss, and suicide attempts. I know exactly what you’re going through, but committing suicide would destroy a lot of people. This is a part of the reason I hold on. So, Please don't give up. It gets better.
Asominate Feb 2020
I am my own destruction

I look and see
There's nothing left be saved

I'm not contaminated with Disease
I am the Disease

I'm falling atrapped to my own sanity

This is what I've become

**** it with fire!

Let me give myself the things I deserve

Make it stop

It's not hard to breathe...
I'm fine
What are you taking about? I'm totally fine!
Asominate Feb 2020
Here I am
I'll shut me down
With a head slam
I cannot frown
I can't remember what you just said
How can a concussion be so bad?

Here I am
I'll shut me down with a yes ma'am
If I'm good enough
Soon I'll be dead
How can my concussions be so bad?
Asominate Feb 2020
My judgement clouded by undeserved happiness
Slavery's my choice, it's my fault
Isn't it always?

I can't remember anymore,
Can't afford to pay attention
Why were you even born?

A slave's only purpose is to please
When will I ever learn?
I'm so happy right now

Just make it stop
Just make me stop
My heart, still ever beating

The skin I'm in
Emotional numbness, stoic?
My heart is bleeding

They claim to care
They claim to love
They claim to do better

Alone I waste away
New year, new day
Same them, same old problems

I've read between the lines
I'm not a part of the bigger pictures
I paint them a personality of perfection, because I never mattered

Their words and actions
Contrary, opposed within the same person
I'm about to fall apart again

What must I be
A slave, a friend
A daughter, I see no difference

I feel the hurts
It all gets worse
No wonder I'm so worthless

Priority
Certainly not me
It's my fault, I'm to blame

Why were you ever born?
I'm torn
Between letting you live to hurt or die to burn

So many ways to rid the world of you
A lifelong inconvenience
For some reason everyone's shattered?

Regrets and tears
They grieve, they cheer
But why? I never mattered
Sarcasm, sarcasm, see me screaming: I wear a smile, my heart is bleeding...
Empire Feb 2020
Out
All I ******* want
Is just a few short hours
Outside of my head
Idk if it’s the suicidal ideation or what, but I really desperately wish I could get myself really drunk tonight.

Update: it’s cool I masturbated
Really have this weird idgaf attitude lately...
Empire Feb 2020
tw self harm


Do you care about me?
What if I hold the blade to my wrist?
What if I tug it across?
What if I bleed out?
What if I’m dying?
Do you even care??

No. Well, maybe you would
But you’re so caught up in yourself
Keeping busy so you can ignore me
Pretend I’m not a problem
Pretend you shouldn’t worry about me
Ignore all the signs
Because you don’t really care
None of you do
And I keep making new scars
Because as long as you all continue
Hating and ignoring me
I’ll never have to show anyone
The lines I’ve drawn in blood
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