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Sea's End May 2019
Mother, O mother,
You'll spit on my bones,
When I die, know I've tried, but my mind and heart froze.

You'll shout from your high horse,
and your empty shell,
That you'd **** me from heaven
If you could, to hell.
I know I haven't posted in a while. Mother's day was tough.
Gray May 2019
you know me—
the ins and outs of my soul,
the fibres of my body;
what makes me squirm,
what makes me scream;
you know anything and everything
i could ever want someone to know,
and help me know more.

you see me for me,
not some broken parts—
and for that?
i could never love you more
a little piece about trust
i'm just posting what i can as i don't know when i will be able to post once more.
i love you all
**
sankavi May 2019
hello to all the girls
who feel unworthy of love
who feel so different for not following the latest social media trends pressed among young teens
who feel too skinny or too fat
who feel out of place for not being able to afford all the clothes the "popular" kids own
who feel unwelcome in their own home
I see you
you're not alone

hello to all the boys
who feel like they have to press all their emotions aside to fit the label of "manly"
who feel being feminine means being "gay", so you put on your tough face and hide who you are
who feel they have to be mean to be popular
I see you
you're not alone

hello to all the people
who feel they have to drink or pop pills to be happy
who feel everything they work for goes toward nothing
who feel like there's no point in living anymore
who feel they're always alone
I see you
please trust me, you're not alone
Alaina Moore May 2019
Ever acclimating to reality.
Subtle differences between then and now.
Hopelessness fades into almost happy.
Depressed all the same but getting better.
Minor inconveniences explode into melodrama.
Relearning coping mechanisms like burning down sulphur.
Olympian effort for maintaining expectations.
Progress yet still nervous.
Like standing on a sandstone cliff on the edge of the Grand Canyon.
No difficulty fathoming how far I could fall.
Challenge is trusting that I won't blindly jump into the river.
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