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Josh Jul 2017
Break, break
My walls
They fall
I will cease to hide
So that I may heal
She, is here
All will be well
Sarah Jul 2017
I've been real low
I'd never **** myself though
I've seen the light
And the future look bright

I've been high as a kite
I smoke blunts all night
It's the only way I won't feel so tight

I've come to far to end it now
I'm going to live, and I know exactly how

I will live every day like its my last
And I will not be held down by my past
I am happy
k e i Jun 2017
the ocean speaks to me in waves,
a contrast to its soft melodical vibrations bound in a seashell
it tells me not to drown
despite the toll of the anchor's weigh
Shruti Gauba Jun 2017
Art
I knit all of my breaths together,
collect them and name them 'life'.
It helps me to wake up everyday
and not slit my wrists with a knife.
I survive and breathe and feel,
and it's hard but I keep on trying,
to fake a smile every now and then,
while on the inside I am dying.
But I learned that art is a good friend,
It stays along no matter the weather.
And maybe I have my art too;
I can be alive and dead - together.
Just Me Feb 2017
Thick fire consuming my social being.
Ice cold stare confirming that I welcome solidarity.
Silent lips with the power to isolate.
Arms empty yearning to be full, but bearing fists held tight.
Reminding you that I will fight.
A slave to my emotions.
A puppet to my mind.
Bitter from lack of control and weak from loneliness.
The only thing that makes me sane like you is that even I don't understand me.
I'm a puzzle incomplete.
Of no interest to anyone until I'm allowed to be freed.
I know little of that sweet word.
For it comes so seldom and leaves to soon.
And so I'll stay in my room.
Apparently although I have much to say, but can't focuss enough to have orven want an actual conversation using my voice. This is my life. Its sad and not interesting. The only reason that I'm still here is for my children. The only reason I smile is my children... And the reason I lock myself away is for my children.
nang Nov 2016
There’s no point in dwelling upon this
Just move on
Get over it
Survive
That’s what I’m doing
Not living
But surviving.
louise Sep 2016
****** and bruised,we hold our heads up high.
We keep blocking the noise inside our heads by cursing at the sky,singing the anthem of the ******.
Hell bound,we only pray for things we need to make us feel alive.
Only when tucked in "I love you's" or "I'm a mess" do we say "God".
We keep committing crimes,using our sob stories as our excuses.
As if your bruises and wounds are enough to provide vindication,
As if our pain could justify our sins.
Neglected social casualties,we glorify our alienation,use our insecurities as weapons and wound others instead.
I'm sorry because we can't be saved.I'm sorry because we are told that,"it's all in your head".I'm sorry because growing up means succumbing to the cancer that is life.
I'm sorry,I really am.
MsM Sep 2016
I can touch, but, I can't feel

I don't listen,I just, hear.

In, my shadow, I sense you, near

I can't escape. You're now, who I am.

I created, can't destroy,

I can't label, have not a name.

I can't face, so ashamed,

It's, ruined me, I have no faith.

I can, smile but, feel no joy

I am loud yet I, am shy.

I have tears. My eyes, raw dry

I can't get out, this dark inside.

If I am done, why am I still trying?

I am able.

If only willing, so I take on this with all, my being.

From the rough, will emerge, a diamond.

I am human and this demon is mine.
I don't know which year I died
If it was when my mom tried to pick me up in kindergarden, but was to drunk to take me home
Several times
Or if it was when I had no friends and got bullied every day
But I sure as hell do know one thing for sure
I revived from the dead
I raised from my grave
stood with broken bones
Dried blood
And scars
I will have these scars for life
But today, I realized
This makes me who I am
And I'm **** proud of myself
Because I survived.
Phia Sep 2016
Life is not about surviving,
It's about living.
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