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Tim Amaru Sep 2014
They say the saddest people are the ones who smile and laugh the most
I believe That's true..
You don't understand how hard it is to wake up everyday and put on a mask, & laugh and smile at everything just to get you outta my head..
Just to keep the dreadful thoughts away, they won't leave no matter how much I demand, but then again I don't expect you to understand... Cause I refuse to say a word to you, but my broken eyes beg and plead for you to notice, to notice I'm not okay, that's why when I look at you or others I smile, hoping that maybe you'll see how fake it is, that behind it are tears ready to explode out.. So why won't I jus tell you? Why not jus say how I truly feel.. Why can't I jus be honest about the situation at hand.....
I don't because I know
you won't understand....
No one wants a troubled girl
Cause All she knows is trouble girl

So we're toss out with the trash
Scratch that
We are the trash
We are the girls that society puts on blast
Cause no one wants a girl with a past
No one wants a girl with baggage
We're told to pack it up and put it in the cellar
Or basement, or attic, Or whatever
No one really cares where we put it as long as we don't bring it to the next house
As long as it remains hiddens from our next spouse
We're suppose to
Hide our scars and patch our wounds
Lose weight, stay well groomed  
Nip it tuck it, have good hair
Flaws and baggage remain over there
Back straight, heads up
Smile big, Lips plumped
And mostly, overAll
Cause this could be our one big flaw
We're suppose to
Keep past pain, emotions and drama in
Cause we don't want to lose our men  
Pretend like nothing is wrong, stay strong
Take a shot, ride it out
Cry alone
Huh? Nothings wrong
Cause
No one wants a troubled girl
All she knows is trouble girl
Inspired by troubled boy by kid cudi
brokenperfection Aug 2014
Hey, kid
Your eyes hold things only grown men should see
Don't worry, little one, the sting of mortality only lasts for forever
Hey, kid
The way you lug your weary body around haunts my sleep
Don't worry, little one, the bad certainly cannot last for eternity
Hey, kid
Is that a knife in your hand?
Come on, little one, think things through
Life won't always be unfair to you  
Hey, kid
Why'd you **** her?
That orphanage could have been your saving grace
Now you're indefinitely
A ward of the state
Hey, kid
I found your brothers and sisters
Their gravestones side by side
How lovely they look, adorned with dead flowers
Kid, where's your ma?
Hey, you can't go in there
Come on, buddy, the cops'll find ya
Let's go home
Hey......
Arson won't solve your problems, kid
I'm losing hope
In your lost world
I tried to help ya, kid
But you have to want
To be savable
Hey........
I just got the call
What a shame, what a waste
I'll miss you, kid.
Traci Eklund Aug 2014
Little money.
No bed to rest your body.
Just boxes of your life
waiting to move again and again...
Packed away are my anxieties.
The pressure within my head.
The lump within my throat.
I would cry if I didn't choke.
I hear the children,
they pray to be older, pray to be 23.
Little do the see the domino effect from abuse to sobriety.
Struggles come bundled like presents under the tree.
I tell myself tomorrow will rise a better me.
It's hard to let go, the stress from the outside to within.
Tell myself tomorrow I will rise a stronger woman.
I will rise mighty with the grace of the Lord.
It will be alright...
Candy Noire Aug 2014
I slam the breaks on my mind
Reverse. Reverse. Reverse.
Back to a time where everything was trivial.
Where it didn't matter if I tripped up
Cut my knees
Cause they could heal...
Broken things could be repaired.

And now I wonder
Am I too far gone to mend my self?
My troubled head
And fix the way I think about life
I often dwell on death instead.

They tell me: imagine the things you say to yourself now
Are what you are saying to your childhood self
Are these things ok to say to a child?
Or should you shut your mouth?

I slam the accelerator of my mind
Forward. Forward. Forward.
Towards a brighter time ahead.
Where it doesn't matter if I mess up
Be reckless
Cause in time things will heal.
Broken things can be repaired.
firexscape Jul 2014
It's 11.23 am
And I've nothing left to say
I think I'll allow some sleep tonight
So I don't have to feel this way
Alyanne Cooper Jun 2014
Pick up your head, my friend.
Lift up your weary eyes to see
The end of your journey is near.

Unburden your heart, my friend.
Shuck off each worry at your feet,
For they are not granted entry here.

Walk steps that are lighter, my friend.
For weighed down you'll no longer be
In this place that will be your haven.

Sing melodies unsung before, my friend,
As your healed soul rises from the ashes
Of a trouble life left behind for good.

Be well, my friend.
Do not fear the things you saw
For here there are no haunting memories.

Live free, my friend.
For here there is naught but peace
And rest for your now healed soul.
I hope we all find the place
That gives us the peace
our soul needs.
HiJinx Jun 2014
I lost it / everything crumbled underneath my / shaking knees and quivering heart / pupils blurred by salt / water and mouth filled with sharp liquid metal / from biting down the slurs I want to throw at the mirror / i can feel the weight i carry around on my bones / i see the way i move in reflections / it disgusts me and i crave nothingness / weightlessness / emptiness / 130 does not mean a single thing /when there is 120 / 110 / 100 / 90 / 80 /60 / 50 / 40 / 30 / 20 / 10 / when there's zero when I can feel zero and be zero.
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