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Meagan Marker Jun 2020
My sadness is a lion I like to pretend isn't in the room.
Truthfully he lies just under my chair, the forced smile, waiting to be awoke by my sorrow and devour me one sob at a time.
His claws, the rush of adrenaline, and his strength, the memories, crush my windpipe.

I am the lioness.
The lion is my leader.
Ijaazat Jun 2020
Today i feel some pain,
Because i have failed again..
Sadness is seeping into my heart,
And minute by minute I Am falling apart.

My smile seems to be drooping down,
All grins lost, now i am just left with a frown.

It is not that i failed,
But that i have failed yet again.
All the joy is now veiled,
The smiles, how long can i feign?

Now, melancholy grips my soul,
Will i ever be able to succeed
There's this emptiness, when will i feel whole,
To Nike, I plead.


The failure is disheartening,
i don't want to try anymore
Oh look my vision is darkening,
My vigour to try again needs some time to restore.
To all the people who keep trying to become better, this is for you. It is okay. You can rest for a while. You don't have to continuously push yourselves.. Close your eyes,  breathe a little and relax. You can always try again tomorrow.
Don't carve me out, I am not a diamond
Because I still got a mask to hold on to.
I can't let this facade loose, so I can face on the world

Nights after nights
These juices keep seeping inside me,
Getting me blinded by those artificial lights

Holding it high, grabbing it by the fragile neck
Pouring it all at once, shots by shots
As I keep dawning myself till I can't hold on no more
Darkness started to invade, putting me to have a good night's rest.
archived April 2020
Karyna Holleman May 2020
try to breathe in.
try to breathe out.
his hands are on my sternum.
my mind blacks out the image.
i’m wringing my hands together.
no...i’m pulling my hair.
his breath is on my neck —my ear.
i’m pressing my palms into my eyes.
i’m not sure oxygen is making it to my lungs.
he’s making animalistic sounds.
he’s thrown my body into shock.
it’s like watching in slow motion.
—wait. no.
it’s another girl.
and another.
and another.
it’s me.
it’s her.
god, i hope it’s not you.
Tierramxrie May 2020
Can you be patient with me?
I’m still under construction.
I’m still trying to project what I
Feel better.
I’m still trying to figure me out.
I’m still trying to understand.
I’m still trying to love you a little better.
And I’m still trying to get use to you.
Forgive me but I’m not you I don’t know how to
Love in ways that you do. I’m still trying to love myself and love you.
I’m still trying to be the best me possible for you..for us.
—I’m still trying
RisingUp May 2020
My internal pain is invisible,
my anguish cannot be seen.
I go through each day
making my way
but with little knowledge of where I've been.

Working, volunteering, trying,
to spark a bit of joy
but I still feel blue,
what am I to do?
My smile is a ploy.

Help.
I'm screaming on the inside
Hoping someone will notice and care.
For now, I feel like a burden
wallowing in my despair.

I'm tired of pretending to be normal
Of the appearance that I've made
Of seemingly being high functioning
When in truth I'm continuing to fade

I'm sorry I can't be happy,
I'm sorry I'm always this way,
hoping someone perhaps reaches out,
tells me it'll be okay

I've learned so much, alas,
Nothing seems to work.
"You're fine Laura, keep going"
Until my brain truly goes berserk
GreenWitch May 2020
You stole my Heart
. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
I tried to take it back
Fumbling for the pieces
Smoothing the cracks
. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
You stole my Heart
. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
I let it go
The beating grew still
But it began to glow
. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
You stole my Heart
. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
And helped it to heal
After all my fighting
I've found something real
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