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Amanda Kay Burke Feb 2018
I'm sorry I complain so much
I understand you don't want to talk
To me when I am emotional
It's just that you have been my rock

I have no one to vent to
You're still one of my best friends
I need someone to spill my heart to
About how tired I am of dead ends

You don't want to hear me whine
Or listen while I get mad
Besides you can't make me feel better
Because you're the reason I'm sad
Written on 1/8/13

What do you do when the only person who can make you smile is the one who made you cry?
Zach Feb 2018
I hate them.

They make me say that

They give me no other choice

I have no free will of my own in this home

I have no say in the matters that directly affect me

I'm just a viewer watching the TV about the boy who hates his parents

It's unhealthy, but who's fault is that?

The ones who get ****** at me because of the most minor of things, the ones who punish me over reasons that to be honest, aren't reasons in the slightest whatsoever and honestly it makes me want to scream

I have no control over this steering wheel that's driving my life

It's hitting bumps and crashing into every and all things bad

And I'm basically helpless to stop it

I have no control over my own life.
Mama earth Feb 2018
Lies drowning Eyes
Holding unfolding Souls
Places with blank Spaces
Display great past betray
Vent or Repent
You make a better window then door. Try to deny to me and I will always let everyone see the pity you wallow yourself in. I can always see right into your soul so yes you should be afraid.
-Brooke Alison Ilene Anselment ®️©️
V Feb 2018
Tell me, Father...
Which do I ask forgivness for?
What I am, or what I am not?
Which should I regret?
What I became or what I didn't?
Kaleigh Feb 2018
I lost myself a long time ago, you think I'd be numb by now.

I wish I could have drowned everything out, all the friends that gave me false hope.

The knife still twisting in my back.

I thought he loved me, did you atleast feel something?

Probably not, probably not, I'm more foolish than I thought

Behind that quivering tree, I spilled my heart.

But you just let the liquid poor in the dirt, leaving my
tears to flow.

I still miss you, and it's crazy because I barely even knew you.

I had hoped you were more than a stuck up brat.

Guess I was wrong, guess I was wrong.

Your sister and mother used to love me, now they look at me like a
stranger.

What did you say?

Do you know it still burns?

Their affection was real, but now they look at me like an infection.

What did I do wrong?

I guess we weren't meant to be, I can except that.

Your the reason why I'm scared to love anyone, I hope your happy.

Did you just want to humiliate me, embarrass me like a kicked puppy?

Take that fat stack of cash and shove it up your ***.

Maybe its better you left me that day, all alone.

I could've filled the ocean with my tears, but you wouldn't have cared.

Grazing your palm, going to your baseball games.

I was the idiot, for falling for you.

Falling for a brat.

What did I expect?
Phoenix Feb 2018
You told me nobody wants you.
When did that happen?
I want you,
but I don’t see where I became
“nobody”.
I mean,
in my eyes I’m somebody.
In my eyes I’m somebody
likable and funny…
but I am pretty stupid.
And I mess up a lot.
But I am definitely not
“nobody”.
So when you tell me that nobody wants you, that-
that hurts!
Cause I don’t see how you can say that when someone is there
looking out for you every day,
because they care about you very,
very much.
I am not
“nobody”
so never say nobody wants you.
Because I want you.
And I’ll fight for you every day,
just say the word.
I think about you every day,
I wonder how you’re doing because I-
I can’t be there with you
all the time!
But that doesn’t mean I’m
“nobody”.
This is a poem I wrote for my friends, but it's also a vent.
mythie Jan 2018
Scream.
I.
Scream.

My throat hurts.
But the scream was soft.
My pillow holds all my screams.
So they can never escape.

I feel better.

Cry.
I.
Cry.

My eyes burn.
But my eyes won't water anymore.
My pillow holds all my tears.
So they can never escape.

I feel better.

I go to punch my pillow.
I need to vent.
Let it out.
Out.

Bleed.
I.
Bleed.

My knuckles are bruised.
The kid in front of me is crying.
Where is my pillow?
Where am I?

I feel awful.

Scream.
I.
Scream.

But this time.
Everyone can hear.
My pained cries echo the streets.
I can't hold it in anymore.

Blood trickles down my throat.
My eyes are red and puffy.
My knuckles are ****** from punching the pavement.
I can't stop.

I keep crying.
I keep screaming.
I keep punching.
I keep doing it.

Breathe.
I.
Breathe.

I can finally breathe.
After all this time.
I finally realised.
My pillow was suffocating me.
mythie Jan 2018
Standing at rain-covered train tracks.

If you were a god, what would you do?
Make a perfect world?
While everybody claps along.
Then disappear without a trace.

Nobody will notice that you slipped away.
You smile.
You say you're fine.
You're fine.

But you're not fine.

It's hard being a god.
The entire world in your tiny grasp.
Mistakes being made everywhere.
So disappear without a trace.

Nobody will notice you slipped away.
They never liked you anyway.
You're fine.
You're fine.

You smile and lie.

I'll kiss your tongue.
Make everything better.
Feed you kerosene.
So you'll slowly wither.

Nobody will notice you slipped away.
They never knew you anyway.
You say you're fine.
You claim you're fine.

You scream and lie.

Spitting out your toxic drink.
You know the answer now.
You can fix all your mistakes.
The god of this world.

Nobody will notice you slipped away.
What's a god, anyway?
You say you're fine.
Close your eyes.

And step in line.
Gale L Mccoy Jan 2018
my soul aches
a familiar ache
one that comes with
being filled to the brim
pressure building under the surface
  
with practiced fingers
one fluid motion
i uncap

nothing comes out
not even a whisp
the feeling of pressure
does not dissipate
Apporva Arya Jan 2018
U r long gone,
& I still have feelings for u.

I too want to move on,
So, I tried some new places.
But wherever I go,
It's same old me with old feelings
& Thoughts.

Why I am in dark,
When it's so bright outside.
So, i choose to let you go,
I choose to free me.
Hence decide to face u up.

I gift you back your lies,
Our memories and my feelings,
Words and emotions left unsaid last time.
I vent out each bit of u from me.

& In a moment I felt so relieved.
Its such a huge burden to carry on painful and past memories in your present and to your future. Hence past must only Belong in past.
Vent out it all and be free.
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