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Remember how I used to love you?
Did everything you wanted me to,
Killed myself inside for the likes of you?
Well..  I'm f-cking through
Through thinking about you
Dreaming about you
Crying tears with your face in the reflection
Finding your stuff when I turn any direction
Hoping it was all a dream
Not as bad as it seemed


But the truth is...
You taught me more than I ever cared to know about you and now that I'm actually through, I've realised you made me stronger and more sure than ever before.

Thank You for all the things you didn't do
I'm sure you'll Never Forget
*The Girl Who Loved You
love me Nov 2014
I don't care what they think
                                    your words will destroy me
I'm fine
                                    i cant take it anymore
I'm just lazy
                                    ive lost my drive to live
I'll get over it
                                    i cried myself to sleep last night
My family cares about me
                                    not even a touch
I'm an open book
                                    i have the darkest secrets known to man kind
I'll talk to you about it later
                                    *not even a whisper
TSK Oct 2014
They used to say
"you make a better wall
than a window"
meaning don't stand
in someone's way
because they can't see through you.
Yet now I dare not stand
in any one's way,
and more than one
seem to look
right through me
as if I weren't there at all.
francesca Oct 2014
I fell through you.
But now I’m finding
Someone
New.
TSK Sep 2014
They say
Tiptoe through the tulips
But where did they say
Smash through
The violets
That are blue
Like my heart
Or the roses
That are red
Like the blood
Pouring out.
When did they say
Make sure to crush
The sunflowers
Once golden
Like my future
But tiptoe
Through the tulips
Heavens forbid
They come to harm.
Modern Serenity Aug 2014
She had it all now its all gone
she thought she had no other option but she was wrong
The thoughts piled in her head she could not go back
she started to pressure her thoughts until she cracked

She thought she was a burden too difficult to bear
all she wanted to do was for it all to be adhere
So many death questions floating in her head
she wanted to get it over and done with and be dead

She observed all her previous tries
all she did was but fall to the ground and cry
The thought of doing it properly finely caved in
she thought what she was doing was really but finally brave

She held the knife tight to her neck and the sharp blade to her wrists
she left the reasons of why she couldn't take it on a morbid long list
She slashed her throat with the knife
and in just one split  second she was removed from life
#self harm #she died #never ever think you never ever have a tomorrow
PrttyBrd Dec 2012
Silence screams its cries of pain
Realized only in the darkest corners
Flashes of electric blue bear witness
The crack shatters the silence
And deafens the pain...momentarily
Caught off guard, the tempest shifts
Whirling cyclone through smokey heart
Dust clouds of ancient barricades crumbling
The darkness grows to an eclipse
Quietly, patiently, time passes so slowly it seems to rewind
Footsteps softened, neigh, silenced by the thickening dust
It settles quickly, as mottled shades of gray
Begin replacing the true absence of light
Sliver by blinding sliver it penetrates
Searing, in it's obtrusive insistence
Piercing both heart and soul
Killing the blind peace
With hope disguised as fear
Copyright ©PrttyBrd16\12\12
lost girl Aug 2014
I can't see the stars anymore.
Not where I live anyway.
Back when I was a child,
my mother would always tell me to look at the stars
when I felt helpless or down
because if the littlest stars can shine in the darkness--
then I can too.
Well I'm feeling down now mother.
What do I do now?
How am I supposed to look at the stars when there aren't any to look at mother?
If these stars can't shine through these
city skies,
how
can
I?

(a.d)
I wrote a version of this before but deleted it and decided to write another poem that followed the same idea.
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