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lex 5d
Eyes blur over words,
tasks pile like silent judgments-
why can't I keep up?

Every day I try,
but the mountain has never moved.
why can't I be stronger?

Reports inked in red bleed,
proof of how I've let them down-
and myself again.

Tired to the bone,
even rest won't hold me now.
I'm just...drifting off.

Same roads, same old steps-
life loops in gray repetition.
I forget to breathe.

School, then noise, then more-
life stacks struggle like heavy books.
No one but me seems to bend.

I get home and sit,
just to feel the ache settle.
Crying is my break.

Behind my closed door,
the world finally lets go.
Here, I'm just...myself.

No masks in this space-
just the quiet hum of me,
and the weight I shed.

Everything seems to hurt at once-
to falter beneath my feet.
I want stable ground.

Not all pain is loud.
Not all struggle leaves a mark.
Some of us wander astray.
not broken beyond repair,
just worn down.

Some wounds wear no scars-
they bloom silently, deep inside.
where no eyes can reach.

Erosion taking time-
silent, steady, unnoticed,
gradually-things vanish.
And I often feel myself fading,
in the smallest, softest ways.

These words, these lines,
are not cries for rescue,
but quiet pleas to breathe.

I know i'm not broken,
simply a person-
someone who's learning
how to exist under the pressure,
even if I don't have the answers yet.

I am more than these battles,
more than the crimson ink scars on paper.
I am the silence between the words,
the moments when I let myself just be.

Maybe one day,
I'll find the strength,
to grow into myself,
to let the world see-

How much I've carried,
how far I've come,
even when it felt like I was barely moving.
finals and drivers test piling up on me, everything is so stressful as of late.
Mariah Apr 18
Go back to sleep
It whispers to me
With my head in my hands
While my body and all I am
Fall deeper in uncertainty

Go back to sleep
It whispers softly
Doing so delicately
Cautions as to not make me
Feel guilty

Go back to bed
We'll watch out for danger
And have an ear for strangers
So you could sleep instead

Go back to bed
You need your rest
We understand your reasoning
But right now its not what's best

Please,
Go back to sleep
Listen to our expertise
Before you find yourself too deep

Lay down to sleep
Our dearest lamb
We know it's hard
We understand

We've felt the burden on your soul
And while we'd help you out of any hole
Before we must
Could we first try what we've discussed

Please,
Go back to sleep
You can trust
We're proud of you just for trying
But you have done enough
Maria Apr 18
Mum, my sweetheart, I’m tired.
Do you believe or not?

It’s like my legs are broken under
Or maybe they’re gone for short.

My head is being torn apart
By different odd thoughts.

And I can’t, I can't stop thinking.
Fears are around. More mots.

I ***** up my eyes firmly.
I instantly stop my ears.

And I’m silent again, silent again
As if there’re no dread and fears.

Mum, my sweetheart, I’m tired!
I don’t want being afraid to live!

I’m so tired mum! I’m really tired!
There’re too much atrocities.
It’s true, not a myth.

Just little bells,
Ding-****, ding-****,
Are chirping sweet sounds.
How nice is their song.

There’s not a bit truth
In that saccharine ‘re-fa-la’.
But there won't be nothing else.
We can’t live without lie.
Thank you very much for reading this poem! It's particularly personal, inside out, painful... 🙏
James Ignotus Apr 18
The ceiling peels in slow spirals,
not from neglect,
but from how long I’ve stared at it,
counting the flake’s hesitation before it drops.
The clock ticks without punctuation,
dragging each second like a dull knife
across something soft I used to need.

My limbs forget they’re mine
unless I remind them,
a muscle twitches,
a shoulder reconsiders its weight.
Even my name feels unstitched,
like a coat I keep meaning to throw away
but wear because it still remembers my shape.

Outside, birds call to each other
like they’ve never been tired,
like morning isn’t a decision.
Inside, I steep in low-level static,
a hum no one else hears,
thick as wool,
soft as resignation.
Joss Lennox Apr 17
today, I'm a leaf clinging—
on a morning branch swinging
long stretched evenings
giving haiku another shot. I wrote this poem to describe how I'm feeling today, to put it simply, I'm tired from not getting enough sleep and from work/responsibilities. I honestly have no excuse, my husband and I have been staying up too late watching our shows (now I really sound like I'm 111). We don't get a lot of time together once we get our kids to bed, so we tend to lose track of time.
It's okay
The things I say
Is just me repeating the words
They are saying
While they tell me
It's all their fault
It's all father's fault
It's all brother's fault
The scars on my skin
Reflects their harsh words

I can't
I can't do anything
I can't be sober for more than a week or two
I can't keep myself away from the blade
I can't keep myself from clawing at myself
At my face
With my sharp finger nails
Forcing pain onto myself
Forcing myself to bite my finger
Hoping it would eventually bleed
Make it feel worse than skin upon dried ice
It hurts
Yet it's all their fault.
love being narcissistic when angry. can't take responsibility. (It's been 14 minutes since I've been two weeks sober. Broke the streak again.)
silvervi Apr 12
Stale
I have gone stale
On the inside
Failed
To connect
In my mind
I reject
Disappointment
Lingering,
Drowning
In those halls of whispers,
Which I condemn,
Wanting to leave
Leave
Leave
Leave it all behind.
All at once.
A poem which emerged in the exhausted state I am in right now.
Kaiden Apr 11
I am tired so leave me be,
Focus on people you love,
Instead of wasting time on me,
I will watch you from above.

In the clouds or in the stars,
Whatever you choose me to be,
I will see you in my scars,
And how much you meant to me.
i'm way too ******* tired.
Arii Apr 10
Don’t leave me here alone
Where I can’t see
Where the light won’t consume me whole
When it was never meant to be

I’ve wished on a shooting star
that isn’t really there
And God forbid I stay in that
Place where no one really cares

But I can’t run forever
From this inevitable cave in
A hundred shattered glasses
With bloodstains that I kin

Melted sand, whatever,
it’s my own ****** loss
But not even the fine print
Ever told me the cost

To being alive
To waking up per day

So if I stay in the darkness
Don’t be surprised if I don’t come out again.
kim Apr 4
My eyes droop and tire
I stare in your direction
Longing for you to move
And come back to me

The trees burn and wilt
My hair grows into mats
I cant seem to let go.

My feet stay in place
Soft trinkles of water
Crashes of droplets hit
The uneasy tub

Days pass
I find myself waiting,
Again.

Large knots
In my scalp
Leave me crying
As I can't brush them out.

I'm worn and stained
I'm bruised and rotten
You throw me out
And the fly of your memory buzzes in my ear.
I've been thinking about a past lover lately. I don't really know what to think anymore. I've found myself selfishly longing for them again. Give me your thoughts on my writing. Have a good day as always :)
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