#awarness
A piece of furniture,
In the corner of the room.
They walk past me every day,
Like I’m invisible too.
I scream inside my head,
But it never makes a sound.
I’m here, I’m breathing,
But I’m nowhere to be found.
Apr 25
Apr 25, 2026 at 4:35 PM UTC
They sell us comfort, coin by coin,
While truth lies quiet, unemployed.
A system built on silent screams,
Where dreams are bought, and sold as schemes.
Investors grin behind the glass,
As need and pain walk slowly past.
The people bend, but rarely break—
Not yet awake, but far from fake.
We trade our power for a price,
Forget that unity cuts twice.
Divided, numb, we play their game—
Each dollar tagged with someone’s name.
But sparks can start from aching hearts,
From minds that dare to question parts.
And if we rise—not just for self,
But human worth above the wealth—
Then change won’t knock. It will arrive.
We’ll see the world, not just survive.
For when the many choose to see,
No wall of gold can cage the free.
May 5, 2025
May 5, 2025 at 3:28 PM UTC
As days go by I no longer feel fortunate
When it comes to the idea of being alive
I can no longer concentrate
My life I can no longer render it
It’s no longer me in my body
I only hover over it
But I am not deceased
As the days go by
My happiness is decreased
It’s like my spirit is trapped
In a sandglass
With every spill
And every drop
She deteriorates
Now my stomach has more pills
But no one will know that
All they have seen is an act
I may chuckle
I may be foolish
But don’t be deceived
I am not as merry as you think
Therefore misery is all I have received
Now since that has happened
I am back in that place
All I feel is darkness around me
I can’t even get some space
Maybe this is what god had designed
For me to suffer
For me to deal with this agonizing pain
Please god go back to when I was made and rewind
I know me saying this
People will think my head is not right
And I agree
I’m sorry my days, and my life isn’t as bright
Life was a thief
Taking my innocence and leaving me with no beliefs
As my skin becomes foggy it’s a relief
But no one cares
Right?
Little does anyone know
Yet now they will
I look in the mirror
I can see them clearer
The skin on my body is torn
And the slashes on my skin is all that I wear
Yes this is all that I bare
Me telling my parents would bring their eyes to a storm
All they know is
That I like wearing flashy clothes
What they don’t know
And what they never will know
Won’t hurt them
The thing is
My arms and legs are no longer divine
All that are on them is lines
My head is filled with these voices
It’s obvious that
In my life
I have not made the best choices
It is so frustrating
Now I am sitting in my bath
Which is like my vast
My life is what I am contemplating
My apologies I will stop complaining
Please know I am trying my best
So give that half *** speech of why I should be here a rest
Mar 12, 2023
Mar 12, 2023 at 6:19 PM UTC
Living this conflicting life of regret and reality
living this conflicting life of confrontations and morality,
treading on this weak link of trust and animosity.
Living in this fear that what if those memories ever return,
or if I am even human enough to be breathing with them.
Dec 19, 2020
Dec 19, 2020 at 1:50 PM UTC
My blood I willingly spill onto the page
It takes the form of words to engage
A written expression of my life's insanity
It exposes my darkest truths for all to see
Unwilling to admit it's existence to myself
Darkest of thoughts I place upon a shelf
Behind my smile I've concealed this reality
I fear the possibility of my broken mentality
Would others not think this to be true
If asked for help what would they do
It goes unnoticed each time I reach out
That someone cares I begin to doubt
Hope I once held slowly fades away
Deeper into this depression I fall each day
Why does no one care enough to see
The emptiness I've hidden is killing me
Someone to talk with I have not found
Paper now keeps me mentally sound
With pen in hand I have learned to speak
In poetry I have a voice that's unique
ChillNPsyco
Aug 22, 2020
Aug 22, 2020 at 11:34 PM UTC
I reach out but no one hears
Within the silence are my worst fears
Why do I look for reason in every day
I tell myself I no longer wish to stay
The pain reminds me I'm still here
Always pushing away never pulling near
All this time alone woundering why
To be a part of this life at times I try
A room filled with many I'm still alone
A feeling not changed in an empty room at home
This life perhaps never ment to be
For so many yes maybe not for me
Whispers in the dark voices I can't see
Often they convince its time to fly free
Light fills my eyes each day I wake
This life is not mine...
Not mine to take!?
ChillNPsyco
Aug 19, 2020
Aug 19, 2020 at 11:56 AM UTC
I can’t sleep
I don’t eat
Correction.
I won’t sleep
I won’t eat
I won’t do anything
I hold fear in my eyes
That you’ll appear
You run through my mind,
Conscious or not
I can’t shake your words away
Or the feeling
Of your hands
On.
Me.
You get in my head somehow
Without even being around
I don’t leave the house
In fear of seeing you
Other than what my mind already does
On repeat.
Never ending.
Pain.
May 31, 2020
May 31, 2020 at 9:42 PM UTC
Why worry about something that is not in our control?
Why do we try to fit into some role?
With endless love, fulfilled with flowers,
You'll have way better inner powers.
Not with good looks, but with heart's beauty,
You can give back your given duty.
Not with false words and deprivation,
But with sharp focus and true dedication.
Don't look up or down, but far ahead,
The more you do - the more your love will spread.
Not the platonic wild obsession -
But calm and positive progression.
Don't try to own one's feelings, cause aggression,
Stop making someone your material possession.
Do good, not harm, don't ask to give you back,
Only give and you'll receive twice back.
Oct 7, 2019
Oct 7, 2019 at 12:36 PM UTC
Some days,
I do nothing but remember to breathe;
And some days,
That is enough.
Jun 26, 2019
Jun 26, 2019 at 3:02 AM UTC
Only then did I realize I was starving for something food could no longer satisfy.
Feb 25, 2019
Feb 25, 2019 at 9:46 PM UTC
Everytime she held a knife , it's more real than anything else
Everytime she wrote unsent secret letters,it's more real than anything
Everytime she got high over her thoughts,it's more real than anything
Everytime her eyes turn red without drugs,it's more real than anything
Everytime she puts up her smile and laugh a lot over smallest of things just because she don't wanna show up her fears and demons that are haunting, scaring, threatening her to death,it's the real struggle
Jan 30, 2019
Jan 30, 2019 at 9:05 AM UTC
suicidal girl.
she was broken,
disturbed..
couldn’t handle what he’d done.
never talked about it once,
no not to anyone.
she bottled it up,
held it in a safe.
so hard to unlock,
no sign, not a trace.
cut deeper wounds instead.
blood all over the floors,
blood dried up on her bed.
14 years old.
scars,
from head to toe.
scars,
nobody knows.
can’t let anyone know.
sweaters in the summer heat.
can’t let anyone see.
suicidal girl,
how cruel the world can be.
Nov 14, 2018
Nov 14, 2018 at 9:46 AM UTC
I am the moon.
I may not burn as bright as the sun-
But I glimmer enough to shed light on the things that crave to be seen in utter darkness.
Apr 28, 2018
Apr 28, 2018 at 3:14 PM UTC
to be defined by an assault
no person should ever endure.
it is more than just physical violation,
**** is an assault on your whole being.
scars go deep & you don’t understand how to heal from it.
saying no didn’t seem to have an effect.
the word lost its definition, it is one syllable, a filler word.
so now you feel like you no longer have a valuable voice.
one worth listening to.
you change, that person you were is gone
your body is just a shell of who you use to be.
you aren’t living, just simply alive.
Dec 4, 2017
Dec 4, 2017 at 7:29 PM UTC
I had a dream last night
Vision of my life
In a state of deep connection
Yesterday,today,tomorrow as one.
I had a dream last night
A bright pure light
Guiding my way
....
Spreading the warmness of love.
I had a dream last night
Vision of my life
Distorted faces getting pure
With a slit of light touch.
In my dream last night
I was Discovering lucidity
Connected with my inner self
With the goddess of existence
And the pure source of love.
M.T. 2016.
Aug 1, 2016
Aug 1, 2016 at 11:30 AM UTC
i am a small and insignificant person i listen to the negative
"cannot do"unless I become aware of my true abilities
I become empowered and not listen to the i people
you and I can change The you i person has the great ability
to change into the you I person also We can be great partners
being you I and me I otherwise there remains total confusion
such as:
you i and me I
or
you I and me i
or
You i and me i
And if we do this right we get..............:) instead of...................:(
I or i
thank you I or you i ,which one do you choose?
Oct 1, 2014
Oct 1, 2014 at 8:12 AM UTC
Is it poetry?
Or the result of our hidden resentments?
Jul 20, 2014
Jul 20, 2014 at 1:34 PM UTC