#breakingpoint
Doubts creep in, whispered by shadows. Love, once warm, grows unsure, burdened by unspoken questions and fear. He tries to keep their story alive, but she is turning away, slowly, silently.
She tells him love should be free, like a bird in the sky. He listens, but cannot understand.
Then comes the moment—when she leaves, when he watches, unable to grieve properly, unable to let go.
A single sentence, unfinished, lingers in the air:
"Some stories aren’t meant to be told to the end."
Feb 25, 2025
Feb 25, 2025 at 2:59 AM UTC
Why do you do this?
Twist my choices until they vanish,
your words, soft but cruel, carving into my flesh,
each one deeper, more suffocating than the last.
You blackmail me with your pain,
threats hanging like nooses,
slowly tightening around my neck.
You said you’d end everything,
if I didn’t surrender to your darkness.
Do you even see me,
not as your shattered reflection,
but as someone slowly being erased,
drowning in a life I can’t escape?
I know you're sinking,
but why drag me down with you,
burying me beneath your weight?
I need you to hear me—
to release me before I’m lost entirely,
because if you can’t,
I’ll break, and you’ll have killed me too.
Dec 28, 2024
Dec 28, 2024 at 10:50 AM UTC
“you look down, what’s wrong?”
“i’m fine.”
“...well you don’t look fine, bud.”
“...”
“what could you be sad about anyways? you’re breathing! you’re alive! you’ve got so much to live for in your life! quit complaining, you’re only pitying yourself.”
**** you. honestly.”
“it speaks!”
“seriously, **** you.”
**** me? why? is it because i’m too busy over here living a happy life, not pitying myself about **** that doesn’t matter?”
“SHUT THE **** UP. YOU LITERALLY CAME TO ME TO ASK WHAT WAS WRONG, YOU’VE GOT NO CLUE WHAT’S ON MY MIND. **** YOU FOR GOING OFF ON ME THE WAY YOU DID. YOU SHOULD’VE KEPT YOUR MOUTH SHUT IF ALL YOU WERE GOING TO DO WAS BELITTLE ME. HOW ON EARTH COULD YOU KNOW WHAT WAS GOING ON INSIDE OF ME, YOU BARELY GAVE ME A CHANCE TO OPEN UP. AND I WAS HESITANT TO DO SO BECAUSE YOU’VE BELITTLED ME BEFORE. I DON'T DESERVE THE DEMONS IN MY MIND, NEVERTHELESS A ******** FROM YOU.”
“...”
“i’m not ******* pitying myself. i’m angry at myself, i’m sad about my life, i’m regretful for who i’ve hurt and why. i’d explain the stories behind these feelings but now i realize how unworthy you are of those. **** you.”
“jesus man, i’m sorry, i didn't realize how upset you were.”
“i wasn’t upset, i was down, NOW i’m upset.”
“well i’m sorry, didn’t mean to make you feel that way bud...”
“it’s fine. sorry for lashing out.”
“although, i’m not sorry that the universe likes me and is my friend. i guess that’s why i can’t relate.”
“yeah well, i’m sorry it isn't ******* mine.”
-melancholicreator
Nov 12, 2019
Nov 12, 2019 at 1:29 PM UTC
#
*I'm sorry God
If I've let you down,
I know I've done something
To deserve this punishment.
To deserve no friends,
To deserve no happiness,
To deserve no luck,
To deserve it all.
What have I done?
That has made it this way?
Can you tell me why
A being of heaven
Has brought me hell?
What have I done?
Why do I deserve
To be locked in this life
And bruised by the past
And stabbed by the present
And threatened by the future?
What can I do
To please you, God?
So that you shall bring me peace?
What more do I have to give
To get a bit of it back?
I'm sorry, God
If I've let you down,
But you have to let me live.
I know you know not
Of mortal pains and suffering,
But you of all beings
Must know some sympathy.
When can you end this madness?
What more must I achieve
To appease the ultimate puppeteer?
How much more must I sacrifice
To be worthy of your affection?
What must I apologize for
That will allow you to free me
To bail me out
To leave me be
To let me go?
Have you reached your breaking point?
When will such a day arrive?
I'm sorry, God
If I've let you down,
But don't you think
That all of your people,
Including myself,
Deserve a blessing at some point?
Deserve some freedom?
When we know not
Of what we have done?
Oh, God, when will that freedom come
If not in the form of angel wings?*
#
May 22, 2019
May 22, 2019 at 12:12 PM UTC
My sanity has been rung out like a soppy washcloth.
The only thing worse than the quick glances and glares is
not knowing why. Headphones can only drown out so
much and I begin to wonder how such beautiful melodies
can now haunt me to the point where the chords of “O Holy
Night” stab me in the stomach with rusty knives. Somewhere
I was once so proud to call home is now my personal hell
without any rationale. The snow resembles the ashes of my
soul as I follow the path along what once was green. The
frozen puddle on the cracked ground reminds me that it’s
hard to loathe the eyes that look back into my own. No one
ever tells you that two plus two plus a few more equals one.
Words weigh me down and suddenly I am immobile. I swallow
each thought one by one until I run and collapse over the toilet.
It’s such a shame that no one gives a **** until you’ve hit the
breaking point.
Aug 4, 2017
Aug 4, 2017 at 11:34 PM UTC
a breaking point
everyone has one, right?
a place where they can't go on
without an explosion of emotion
or just quitting all together
but where is mine?
where is my stopping point?
where i can rest my eyes
and feel ease
a point where i do break
and get everything out
because to get better you have to break, right?
maybe that point has left out
forgotten by a god i dont believe in
leaving me in a constant hurt
a never ending cycle of being left
with no escape or coping
where is my breaking point?
it must be sad
to read about someone who wants to break down
who wants to feel all the pain he has experienced at once
just so one thing can maybe last
just so some other emotion
that isnt a deep depression
can be felt for more than an hour or so
maybe i need to make my own point
need to scrape some time out of my schedule
to let myself explode
let it out
get rid of the space it takes up
so i can leave some for anything else
but thats not how it works
it comes on its own time
like a bird to its feeder
or death to take a soul
maybe
my breaking point will take its time
so slow its taking parts of me
as i try to survive
maybe
my breaking point will be death
that when my blood pools out of my body
those deep dark emotions
will flow out with it
no longer carried by me
but the mortal body
that is left here
leaving my soul the lightest of them all
a breaking point
no one said
that it has to happen when youre alive
Jan 27, 2017
Jan 27, 2017 at 11:34 PM UTC
*You can hide
All your pain
Behind a smiling mask
But you still have
A breaking point
When it's reached
A thousand masks aren't enough
To hide your tears*
Jul 11, 2016
Jul 11, 2016 at 11:32 AM UTC
*no.
no.
no,
please don't
break.
you can do it.
please don't
break.
you're stronger than this.
please don't
break.
don't show them your weak side.
please don't
break.*
**is what everyone keeps telling me,
but they have to know im human;
and i can only take so much.**
Feb 6, 2016
Feb 6, 2016 at 12:02 AM UTC
Pushed past the breaking point
A line that shouldn't be crossed
Passed the point of no return
The final threshold
There's no going back now
Sep 10, 2015
Sep 10, 2015 at 11:09 AM UTC
When I have to be strong for you,
When you are scared after watching a horror movie.
It is so hard.
Cause I constantly feel like breaking apart.
I am always so afraid,
Of my own thoughts like my wish to ******* die.
Jul 24, 2015
Jul 24, 2015 at 12:46 PM UTC
Magical, yet deafening
Inside the crawl, the strive was real
No
It must not
One can see but not be seen
Hear but not be heard
Are you blind?
Are you hearing me?
What truth, what dreams may come?
But not let us forget
The tale in the wild
The tale of truth behind that of wisdom and meaning
There is no self demoralizing way to establish security from scrutiny
Run....
run....
run
No!
Hide......
.......but don't
Always found and never hidden
Welcome
You have arrived
Jan 28, 2015
Jan 28, 2015 at 4:22 AM UTC
Pen and paper,
touching
sensual for some,
words sure,
where were you,
when is what was too
young,
oh words, oh words,
how do you form
the shape of my
unkissed lips,
we have missed
our time
our chance to
embrace,
nakedness of
meeting
face to face,
you are more than;
a muse to me,
a fantasy,
a touch screen away,
but it is a lie,
past due
what are you doing
in 2016?
lips are numb,
must be drunk
writing free,
rhyme or prose,
do it all,
Even with ugly toes,
verse is free, heart
rock solid,
torrid,
turbulent,
life is *****
when write is wrong.
If flight of fancy brings me near,
to perfect prose, may we meet,,
it is way past due...
Dec 29, 2014
Dec 29, 2014 at 10:20 PM UTC
We live in a world where I feel every soul has its breaking point. Some are lucky. They have someone there to put them back together. Well, for lost souls like me you dont get so lucky. You fall apart with no one to help you but yourself. You don't want to help yourself. Broken apart into pieces is where you stay until people pick up whats left of you. Then you wait once again for the world to break you in the neverending cycle.
Aug 13, 2014
Aug 13, 2014 at 1:17 AM UTC