alexa 7d
she feels the absence of anyone touching her,
imagines what it would be like to have
that pretty boy
touch his velvet lips to hers,
imagine what it would be like to feel
his magic rub off on her
to have his words
circulate in her head until she's drunk off his poetry.
she knows
this will never happen,
knows he will soon see into her abyssal soul
realize the cuts run deeper than the ones on her wrist,
realize her storm is
a bit too wild for him.
philophobia- the fear of being loved (of falling in love, though this alternate definition is not relevant for the poem)
Sierra Feb 8
I’m sorry that I wasn’t good enough
She is prettier, and smarter
I can see why you wanted her
Is it my fault?
Did I do something wrong?
If I did, I’m sorry
This poem is about my ex-boyfriend
I’m still broken-hearted but I hope the breaks can be fixed
But I’m not sure that they can
Is it me?
I’m sorry that I’m not what you wanted
Is it so wrong to want to feel loved? To feel wanted?
Is it so wrong….?
I’m almost over it
I could cry because of him and i wouldn’t realize it
Did I do something wrong?
Is it my fault?
It can’t be me…. Right?
I don’t miss him
I just wonder what I did wrong
What did I do wrong?
I’m sorry that I wasn’t good enough
This poem was written a while ago so it isn't one of my best
Rebecca Feb 7
My body trembles with every step i take
As my knees clank like silver spoons
My mouth a boneyard of teeth broken from biting down on each other
My chest swoons with echos of heart beat that is lost
But i am a lost tourist here.
I will never know everywhere i have been
The moon light glistens onto my skin
And my skin ripples with delight
That the blood the pores from my wrists
Will never stop bleeding.
The crimson dyed my arms red.
Its like i have become addicted with the razor.
I lust for it
I need it
You will never truly understand till you try it
So go do it
Try it
I dare you
Then it will swallow you whole with an evil grin.
When you have entered its hallowed stomach
Stained with acid
You will become the monster you once feared.
~
And sometimes I think about

The day your liver will finally give out.

I wonder...

If I were the one to donate a lobe;

To save your life,

Would I finally have done something right?

In your eyes,

Would I then be a deserving daughter?

Would you love and respect me the way you do my brother?

Or will it just be another piece of me that's missing?
~S.A.~
About a Father
alexxa Jan 28
I DO NOT LOVE MYSELF.

I SEE MY SCARS
AND A PAST FULL OF BROKEN HEARTS.
I SEE A GIRL WHO REFUSES TO EAT
FOR GAINING ANY WEIGHT WOULD MEAN DEFEAT
I SEE MYSELF AND START TO CRY,
MY SMILE IS A COMPLETE LIE.

I DO NOT RECOGNIZE MYSELF.

I LOOK AT MY REFLECTION AND WHAT DO I SEE?
I SEE SOMEONE ELSE WHO ISN’T ME.
SHE STAYS UP ALL NIGHT,
UNTIL THE SUN BLINDS HER SIGHT.
SHE CAN’T EVEN SLEEP ANYMORE,
SHE LOST INTEREST IN EVERYTHING.
SHE’S SUCH A BORE.

I’M SCREAMING, SHE’S SCREAMING,
PLEASE TELL US WE’RE DREAMING.
LIVING IN A WORLD WHERE WE CANT LOVE OURSELVES,
WATCHING ONES WE LOVE, LOVE SOMEONE ELSE.

AND THEN ONE DAY I MET A BOY,
AND FINALLY MY HEART WAS FILLED WITH JOY.
THOUGH HE LIVES SO FAR AWAY,
HE DOESN’T FAIL TO MAKE MY DAY.
I ONLY HOPE HE NEVER SEES
ALL THE DEMONS INSIDE OF ME.
kellie knut Jan 12
You see her..

You see her face

You see her take a slow pace

You see her smile

You think it’s beautiful

You see her with her friends

You see her with the trends

You see her popularity

You don’t see her crying..

You don’t see the ocean in her eyes..

You don’t see her happiness was all lies..

You don’t see her broken heart..

You don’t see that faded light..

You don’t see the walls she put up..

You don’t see her about to blow up..

You don’t see how she pushes everything down..

You don’t see her scars..

You don’t see how unhappy she is..

You don’t see her..
kellie knut Jan 10
Devil I see you there..

Staring back at me..

I see you there

Taunting me

I hear you

Whispering

I hear your

Unkind words


Put those words in my head

Put those thoughts in my head

Tell me i’m worthless

Tell me i’m better off dead

Tell me the worst things ever

I will listen..


Devil tell me

Should I take that step

Should I cross

Should I take the bottle

Should I drink up

Should I pull

Should I give up

Devil tell me


Why are you so quiet all of the sudden

Can’t handle this?

You killed me

You pretended

You broke me

You killed me

Don’t want hear the truth?

Too fucking bad.

Re read this

You should

Here I copy and paste it for you


Devil I see you there..

Staring back at me..

I see you there

Taunting me

I hear you

Whispering

I hear your

Unkind words


Put those words in my head

Put those thoughts in my head

Tell me i’m worthless

Tell me i’m better off dead

Tell me the worst things ever

I will listen..


Devil tell me

Should I take that step

Should I cross

Should I take the bottle

Should I drink up

Should I pull

Should I give up

Devil tell me


Why are you so quiet all of the sudden

Can’t handle this?

You killed me

You pretended

You broke me

You killed me

Don’t want hear the truth?

Too fucking bad.
Em Dec 2017
The counted sheep
Have become closer to me
Than you are
As far away as can be
In our full sized bed
That you persuaded me
Was just right for a couple
As in love as we.

And now I am left
The sheep and me
In a full sized bed
With an un-full heart
Un-loved
Un-restful
And not Un-married.
Chloe Nov 2017
Green Kisses

it’s grotesque.
The hum drum sound your lips make when they’re sour.
it’s a shame I love sour candy.
she’s so lost, just look at her
does she even know no one wants her here?

Pity.
On you.

For assuming I was anything less than your opinions.
is it because I wear my hair down in loose tendrils, so you can see them twirl.
or is it because I wear shorts, so you can see the scars,
I doubt you noticed those anyways.

you seem to only have eyes for the lime eyed monster in the mirror.
is he as pretty as you?

I wish you could understand why I sit in the back, why I speak when spoken to, why I never smile.

You.
I imagine you figure it’s because of you,
isn’t everything
because of you?

Or you’d like to assume it is.

Your hands, dead grass green with vanity,
While I, dousing myself in insanity,
hope , that, maybe one day you’ll see colors less loved.
R Nov 2017
More than twenty years ago...
Your parents
who foolishly believed after several months of false courtship
of skirting the law in a way that could make anyone's jaw
drop down to the worst possible city
to live their lives in unholy matrimony.
The greatest mistake two people in hate could make
is to have someone be born from their hatred and take
everything they've ever felt.
Slowly, through their mistakes, you would rack up
so many defects, which then cause the effects
to never be visible.
Every bad trait was inherited. Every flaw absorbed. Every error
they ever made in their lives
recalculated and saved to be avoided in the worst possible way.
People hated you for you, and people hated them for getting in the way.
People hated them for you, and people hated you for not getting in their way.
People stopped hating you eventually, so you hated them instead.
And right at the very last second
when you felt you could be loved
when you felt the world could actually embrace
someone as broken, and desolate, and worthless as you
someone who has failed so many times
someone who has thrown away so many opportunities
someone who has balked and hid in cowardice
someone who has fought and defended themselves in inopportune times
someone who truly felt, thought, believed, and expressed nothing
you screwed it up.
At least, you think you did.
The truth is others did it for you.
But you know deep down it was you.

Every facet of you is one unending mistake, and the only reason
you still stand
is because even God looked upon you and said,
"Well, if he can't serve as an example,
he'd be better put to use as a warning unto others."

You'll die alone and you're fine with that.
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