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#iamnothing
I am silenced by sadness and held captive by the fear that everything will go wrong..... I wasn't always like this but circumstances demanded I experience pain But they gave me an overdose and now my mind is comatose Void of all feeling I crawl through this life of mine on hands and knees My broken skin letting the blood flow, weakening me even more And I find I'm addicted. Addicted to the encompassing emptiness ever present in me because of this. If I am empty then I am nothing If I am nothing Then nothing can go wrong and then what will I have to fear
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May 7, 2020
May 7, 2020 at 5:46 PM UTC
Empty Addiction
*I was young. A child. Barely able to comprehend simple math. And you told me that I could be anything. Anything at all. To pick who I want to be. I think you wanted me to pick nothing.*
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Oct 8, 2016
Oct 8, 2016 at 3:29 PM UTC
nothing.
I need you to save me from myself, I feel like I'm drowning in the night. I'm struggling to reach the surface, I'm struggling to see the light as I sink further down in the depths of my own mind. My heart slows down as I reach the bottom, without you I am nothing. Just another body, numb and searching for a quick escape.
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Aug 4, 2015
Aug 4, 2015 at 12:27 AM UTC
Help
oh what a pity waste of mind but decent body brain decayed but fun to play       *shh, don't talk shh, don't talk             let me see you let me see you*       ((body parts never a whole only parts broken apart the thoughts as worthless as the dying heart)) shame all those craveable curves are wasted on her
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Dec 3, 2014
Dec 3, 2014 at 8:46 PM UTC
What He Says To Me When He's Intoxicated
When you leave I fear I will pluck each strand of hair From my entire head And produce so many tears That I dry up like desert sand And blow away in the arid breeze. I am nothing. Until you come back, And take the time To braid the hairs together, And collect each grain of sand. Nutella-sticky fingers glue me all into one piece With squeezey hugs and blanket fort cuddles. And I'll forget you ever even left.
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Mar 28, 2014
Mar 28, 2014 at 4:46 PM UTC
When You Leave, I Am Nothing