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ellie danes Jul 2015
i can't write
i can't write
i can't w r i t e
i'm happy and i'm sad and it's got me in this place
where i don't know what i want
because really, i want everything
and really, i want nothing
i can't write
anymore
the words just won't come
and i don't know what i want
i don't know what i expect
i'm happy and i'm sad and i can't write
vi.xvii
it's hard living in a house in which
you're never welcome.
watching the foundations for a new family
being cemented into the ground
whilst you're still sat among
the burning embers of the last one, alone.
it's hard knowing that you're living
in a time before all of this,
but at the same time embracing
the other side of it.
one half smouldering and the other
a house by the sea, waves crashing, birds singing.
split into two; two sides, two families,
neither the one you remember.
Audrey Maday Jun 2015
As you held my hand,
You broke my bones.
Audrey Maday Jun 2015
My thoughts scream against the cage
Of my brain
Pounding to be set free
As I go blue in the face from holding
My breath.

I'll overthink and overanalyze
In a vain attempt to save myself
But you are impenetrable to
My musings and I cannot see
Too far foward from this moment in time.

So as my lips purse and crack and bleed
I'll smile for you every time
And hope perhaps, if my reading is right,
Youll make your smile, mine.
Sophie Healy Jun 2015
So I often tend to torture myself by letting my mind run free
I start to wonder... What would happen if I died. Right here, right now. I wonder... Would people cry? Would people miss me?
But the harsh reality of it would be is that I'd be nothing more than a bad memory.
I'd be forgotten about and thrown away like a child's old toy.
I'd be buried deeper than I was before, and I would still be walked all over.
The truth is nothing would change if I were gone, life would continue on.
And I would still be that little girl, lost to Earth.
.....
Sophie Healy Jun 2015
He made me feel dumb, he made me feel blue, oh god I can't believe I thought you were something new.

Yeah he was a ****, but you are too

I asked to hang out, you made it a date, then you stood me up you *******!

You built my hopes higher than the twin towers, then decided to bomb them.

You destroyed what could have been, and made me listen to your excuses from someone else

So makeup your mind because I am done with your *******
you have a good taste in girls, I'll give you that. But you don't know how to treat them, and that's a fact.
And that's when it all went down hill...
Sophie Healy Jun 2015
You made me feel dumb, you made me feel blue, but now I'm wishing on someone new

You were a **** who put me through hell, but this guy is a prince, he'll treat me well

I'm done caring about what you think, your judgement *****!
But that's not my problem now, it never was

I'm begging to forget you, and it feels great!
So bye, looser. I like him a lot. He was never a frog, and you ever evolved.
Teenage drama at it's finest...
Violet Blue Jun 2015
Oh God help me
I'm stressing again
The what ifs are getting to me
The confusion
The fear of losing them
Is getting intense
Stress
Tension
Pain
I don't know what to think
I don't know what to do
Ahhhhh
Lord help me
Delaney Jun 2015
People say,
I should be over it.
"It was, like, a year ago. Stop being so afraid."
Don't you people see?
A year ago is all too close to me.
(and, for the record-- it's 11 months and 6 days)
How do you just 'get over' the loss of your peace of mind?
I sure as hell haven't figured it out.
I still see him
in my nightmares,
in the flashbacks.
Some people think I actually am over it.
But I know that I am not.
I flinch when others touch me without warning,
I cannot open the front door,
I'm unable to walk down the street.
I'm so hyper aware of what happened to me.
I swear, he is buried in my sheets.

So don't tell me to get over it.
Unless you can somehow tell me how.
  

                         (d.d.b)
The anniversary is coming up and I'm not ready.
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