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You told us we were faking
That all we wanted was attention

Then you told us we were crazy
That we were somehow something dangerous

Then you told us we were confused
That we just had too much imagination

Then you told us we were accepted
And denied ever saying otherwise

Now, you pretend none of it ever happened
Just like we knew you would
This is why we never wanted you to know
kathleen Feb 27
I’m a girl, but the voice in my head that says, "You're worthless" is Bruce.
Because the evils women have put in my head are minuscule compared to the utter horrors men have put—no, carved into my skull.
Because men have created this torture chamber disguised as a body, and I’m trapped inside with the harsh muttering of Bruce in my ear.
How can you be so blind?
Crushing on dumb boys who don't deserve you

Unable to move on from a toxic guy
With the maturity of a 5-year-old
Who lies and manipulates and takes
the most amazing person in this entire **** world
for granted

I want nothing more than to beat him to a pulp and
throw him in the
garbage where he belongs
Because no one is allowed to hurt you
I'm so angry
My mind is racing
How dare he
You could do so much better than him
So much better than anyone
(So much better than me)

What kind of sicko has the best girl in the whole entire universe
and throws her away?

I don't know what to do
But he does not get to get away with
hurting
you
I've never wanted to punch someone so bad
This isn't even a poem just me raging
Why doesn't she see?
Why does it hurt so bad?
She only likes this new guy because he's telling her about all the **** her ex did
Neither of them will ever come close to deserving her
Dianali Feb 25
Remarkably resilient
You vowed to stay dormant
There weren’t any spores
But your gentle caresses
spreading it by touch
You kept me in the dark
The tears moisturised it
So it continued to grow,
It thrived

Love moulding
All over my soul

Love, moulding
All over my soul

Let the light in

Let the air in
witching hour Feb 23
would you walk through a forest fire to keep yourself warm?
would you go into the flames if it's the only know-how?
would you rather leave scathed with burn scars?

you’d seek the heat like an arsonist
you’d burn yourself given the chance
you’d search for light until it dazzled
for all you know, the sun is a star after all
loving too intense it manifests into self harm but the pain was all they’d known
Ahlam Jan 8
I'm a simple chair ,
I'll hold the pressure of what you wear

I'm a simple chair ,
I hold your weight , yet you're unaware

I wait for your return ,
my purpose fades beneath your spurn

weight me down with what you hold ,
ill break down from all I've been told

I'm a simple chair ,
one day you'll leave me - beyond repair
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