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Alaska Feb 2016
I'm really
nothing special.
Ask anyone
about me
and they
will say,
"who?"
I'm a nobody.
Actually,
I'm nothing.
William Robinson Feb 2016
My head is awfully stupid.
"Remember this equation" I yell.
I know it will be on the test.
My brain responds by
remembering all the lyrics
to a song by Taylor Swift.

I cry as I fail my test in physics.
My head is an anarchist, remembering what he wants.
William Robinson Feb 2016
I once a got a present
It was danish design
A hoptimist. I was confused.
No function. Not pretty.

Just expensive...

I realized I was a hoptimist.

So I kept it...
My friend got a bunch of these I don't know why.
DaSH the Hopeful Feb 2016
I couldn't think of a better blade than you
                     Because you cut so deep
        *You don't leave any trace that whatever you sever even existed
Annie McLaughlin Feb 2016
In Sunday school they taught me
that each and every hair
represents God's creation.

In Elementary school they taught me
that each and every hair
could be trimmed unevenly by rusty pink scissors.

In Middle school they taught me
that each and every hair
need be pulled back properly during gym class if seen as a disturbance.

In High school they taught me
that each and every hair
should be blue or green or purple, just anything but ordinary.

In Beauty school they taught me
that each and every hair
make all the difference, and what you become of them is a masterpiece.

At Graduates school they taught me
that each and every hair
represents the stress that you carry day by day.

After school they taught me
that each and every hair
Is useless as it adds to the problems you already carry.
Its happening again.
This suffocation
I can't breath.

I need help,
I'm drowning in a sea of depression,
and I can't save myself this time.
I've already given up.

Maybe you should just give up on me,
I'm already a lost cause.
I'm worthless.
Useless

Everyone has a talent in this world,
or so they say.
I must be good at nothing,
because I have no talents.

Jealousy is knocking at my door,
I wish I could do half of the things you could,
but I can't.
I'll never be as gifted,
talented,
smart,
or kind as you are.

When I'm gone, everyone will be sad.
For a couple days, at max.
Then, they'll move on,
they'll for forget about me.
So will you.
That's just the circle of life.
Depression is a constant cycle,
once you think you've escaped,
it drags you back,
so it can torture you even longer.
Hannuh Jacey Jan 2016
Forcing these thoughts like clay through a spout.

Flagrant doubt as to the success of your recent suffering.

It isn't like it used to be. Nothing is like it used to be.

Lost inspiration in happiness - dragging out words like animal carcass.

No immortal flow - no ingenious drawl - blathering rants disguised in colorful diction.

Dissatisfaction in all nonfiction - creativity only thriving on dysfunction.

Functionality is ruining your beauty.

You were better when you were useless.
Jan. 27th, 2016
Alan S Bailey Jan 2016
I would that if you increased
The spoken statements on your mind,
Would be you used this tone with me,
I'd "lop off your head," for better words
Suit me fine, defended by a suit of armor, one
For my own well-minded ears hearing safety,
An armor I deserve for being your king,
Your master, you are my throne even,
I sit on you when I'm sad, and spit on you
When I'm mad. This is it, there's nothing
More to say, you wash your mouth out now,
My "honest perfection" grows day by day.
the sounds of silent screams from broken minds fills my lungs with useless disappointment.
josh wilbanks Jan 2016
Imagine that randomly through out the day, your legs quit working. No matter how well you explain the science of it all, nobody really understands. "Why don't you just.. idk, stand up?"

Imagine that randomly through out the day, your nervous system shuts down. No matter what you say, explaining time and time again the science of it all, nobody really understands. "So you're telling me that you can't feel? That's stupid. Just start feeling. You're fine"

Imagine that randomly through out the day, you feel like killing yourself. No matter how many times you try to get help, nobody really understands. "Nobody just feels like killing themselves. You have a good life, you're happy. Just cheer up a bit."

If my disability was physical instead of mental, everyone one care alot more.
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