#goner
I gave so much of myself up
But was it ever enough?
I don't wanna grow up
Upside down
Can't turn around
Another day
And I'm a goner
Mama I don't wanna feel no longer
Oct 20, 2019
Oct 20, 2019 at 7:57 PM UTC
“what are we?” she asked
with despair, he replied, ”we’re nothing”
Nov 7, 2018
Nov 7, 2018 at 5:46 PM UTC
Self harm is a way of knowing you're alive
Its like breathing, you need it to live, but without it you will die.
Jun 21, 2018
Jun 21, 2018 at 12:32 PM UTC
Levitated silhouettes
suspended by the throats
you’re surely a goner
when your own shadow croaks.
Jul 16, 2017
Jul 16, 2017 at 12:31 AM UTC
She was just a girl whose eyes were constantly filled with the darkness that ate holes in her soul.
Jul 9, 2017
Jul 9, 2017 at 7:08 PM UTC
I know you're not here
to grab the blade
Hug me, telling me
You will stay
Today and tomorrow
When ever I just say...
Promise you won't cry
If I die
Just like u didn't
When u left me
Cause I lied
You asked if it mattered
If you left
And I said
That's okay
Nothing's gonna change
But I lied
Everything has changed
Dec 13, 2016
Dec 13, 2016 at 6:35 AM UTC
What a piece
of mental sanctuary
your name held
before you thought
of traveling to
the door.
Oct 19, 2015
Oct 19, 2015 at 7:17 PM UTC
I never wanted to be writer,
but you no longer craved
my deepest affections,
so I melted them down
into black ink and pressed
them against an inviting
skin of paper.
Oct 1, 2015
Oct 1, 2015 at 12:25 PM UTC
There's marks on her body.
The cuts on her wrists,
The bruises on her legs,
The bags under her eyes.
These marks you see, she makes.
The cuts she does,
is to feel something.
The bruises she makes,
because she feels ugly.
The bags under her eyes,
because she can't sleep.
These marks you see,
she makes.
To feel pain,
to feel prettier,
to not rest.
Until her body is a goner.
These marks you see,
she makes.
May 31, 2015
May 31, 2015 at 4:41 AM UTC
The other day I wished for death
Empty shell I have nothing left
So much on my shoulders
At times I wish this heart turn colder
So depressed I'm ready to leave
I think this world can do without the likes of me
Have I really hit the bottom
My mind has so many problem
There is no way for you to solve them
They keep evolving
The weight of the world
I'm tired of hauling
The future looks bleak
This pain is too unique
It's not easy for me to speak.
So I'm done
My poem is complete!
-V.v.V. Ds
Aug 3, 2014
Aug 3, 2014 at 1:45 AM UTC
Can we putter away
a hundred and more days
when all we ever wanted
is to be found at last
in this totally murky space?
Do we regret the hours
we spent together
savoring the words
that don't even matter
to anyone, anyhow
locked up hands
among the naughty crowd?
Shall we toss these letters
out our blood-stained windows
and wished for something
that hadn't caused us jitters
like a genuine touch
from a mother that really cares
but 'twas all lust
we just gave in to our fears?
How do I hate what I didn't mean to love?
Must have been wise enough to know
I could've written a better show
Just that mad to have been carried away
by your love that only crossed my way
unfortunately,
half a day.
Mar 24, 2014
Mar 24, 2014 at 5:53 AM UTC