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Charmour May 21
How can they  pretend like nothing happened...
Like they never said they regret giving birth to me
Like it never happened
But im crying every night
Till I can't breath
Cursing my existence
Blaming myself for everything
How do I tell them
Their words are killing me every second
How do I tell me
I force a stupid smile ever time I'm abt to cry
How do I tell them
They destroyed me in every possible way
Charmour May 21
But never noticed me crying
Never noticed my hands trembling
Never noticed me getting distant from them
Never noticed i tried to **** myself
Never noticed I had no friends
Never noticed the things I like
Never noticed I needed their love
Never noticed my unsteady breathes
Never noticed my voice trembling
Never noticed my tear stained eyes
Never noticed my body flinch at shouts
Never noticed my efforts to love them
And they say they care....
They don't care......do they?
Lostling May 13
I’ve faded into the background.

But it was done so slowly, like salt dissolving in water,
That don’t notice my silent ghost.

I wonder if they think about the sunny person I used to be.

The weird rowdy kid who hung out with both the boys and the girls

The one who eagerly answered questions in class,
So much so that the teacher had to ban them from answering

The confident one who could lead
Without self doubt drowning them

Sometimes I wonder
If they think of me at all
I suppose I only have myself to blame
Dan R May 10
I have always love
the flame that you make—
a warmth that hums against my skin,

soft as whispered smoke,
kind enough
to forget it could burn.

The same kind you wield
around so desperately
toward those frozen far too long to thaw.

They were already
too deep in cold to ever feel
the love you were told

was not enough—by the people
who wore the skin of
the new generations of love.

I wanted to touch you,
but I cannot let you light so long.
not before—you turn into ashes.  

I wanted to light my own bones
and radiate the same kindness
you burn so bright

and glow the same
pinkish red of love
too tender for everyone else but you.
PoetTree May 6
I’ve always been unwanted..
Unseen
Always in the background watch the scene
It was supposed to be about me yet I was not seen
The look of unwanted isn’t something i haven’t seen
The words that were spoken to left me unwanted and unseen
I left so quickly so I wouldn’t be down
But I stayed close so others around me wouldn’t frown
The day was for me yet I put my needs aside as they went unseen
I stayed for you and I went for you
For you and for you because you are seen
I put my heart aside so your heart could be full
I watched from a distance still unseen
My emotions were all over the place
I was crashing
Everyone seen it but only one acted
Only one was by my side and helped me calm
I came back inside and tried to stay calm
Yet you didn’t see
Because I was unwanted and unseen
That’s always been my life
The girl in background
She didn’t have any lines
The days that were supposed to be about her they were turned into something that made her unseen and unwanted
Her anger was not of born
It grew with every ignore
Her heart burns with rage and her jaw hurts from grace
She plays her emotions as overreacting
Only so the ones close wouldn’t react
She still wants to be seen and wanted
But after tonight she knows she’s unseen and unwanted
Maryann I Apr 8
No one noticed when we slipped beneath the tide,
our bodies weightless, swaying slow,
the world above a distant hush—
only the hush, only the glow.

Seahorses curl like secrets in the deep,
golden spines bending with the waves,
we let the water braid our hands,
a quiet promise, softly saved.

The current hums a lullaby,
your voice dissolves into the blue,
I turn to you, you turn away—
what else is there for us to do?

No one noticed when the sky let go,
when salt became the air we breathed,
the ocean held us, gentle ghosts—
and never asked if we would leave.

I walk through the halls
like a forgotten ghost
everyone looks through me
like they can't see me
but to be honest
it's better if they don't see me
because when they do
the things they say
oh, the things they say
hurt like a knife to the chest
the pounding of my heart
spills the blood of anger
and seeping sadness
and splatters on the walls
Syafie R Mar 9
He never left a single note.
Just rings on wood, the scent of smoke.
A door unlocked a room left bare.
A ghost still sunken in the chair.

The bottle stood, its duty done.
A quiet war that no one won.
No cries for help, no last refrain.
Just heavy air and dried-up pain.

The world still turned the clocks still kept,
No one knew how hard he wept.
And when they asked they swore he laughed
Yet all he left was hollowed glass.
What is it like to BE UNPOPULAR?
Just LOOK AROUND, and you will see,
Everyone else is BEING NOTICED, but
For some reason, OVERLOOK ME!!

Am I really that DULL and BORING,
Am I that FEROCIOUS TO YOUR SIGHT,
Just because I'm FAT and PUDGY,
I'm not your FANTASY or your DELIGHT???

Is it REALLY, REALLY that IMPORTANT???
Referring to POPULARITY,
Being NOTICED, ADMIRED or ENVIED, and
I MEAN THAT FIGURATIVELY!!!!

Do you want me to be your ENTOURAGE!!
Follow you around and KISS YOUR A**???
Be a PAWN ON YOUR CHESSBOARD, or
walk away with DIGNITY AND CLASS!!!

SO, WHAT!!!, IF I'M NOT POPULAR,
Who's cares, IF I DON'T HAVE FRIENDS,
Who gives a hoot, IF NO ONE SEES ME,
cos, in the end, I STILL CAN WIN!!!!

So, GO ON WITH YOUR POPULARITY!!!
Your RICHES, your HAUTIESNESS and CHARITY,
Just to make it CLEAR WITH CLARITY!!!,
I accept myself:
MOST DEFINITELY!!!!!!


B.R.
Date: 3/1/2025
Speak, though the world may not yet hear,
Your voice a melody, unique, clear.
In the symphony of life, each note dear,
The universe listens, always near.
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