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#self-hatred
I don't fit. If only it were that easy. If only I could go to a different store and find a better size. If only I could unzip this skin and find a better fit. My body feels foreign as I move and stretch, watching my reflection in the mirror. This cannot be me. It can't be. Because I do not have ******* today. I do not have a large, curvaceous body. No. Today, I should have a flat chest. I should have muscular arms and stubble on my chin. But I don't. Instead I see who I once was. Who I was yesterday is not who I am today is not who I will be tomorrow. I want my current body. I want the body that fits.
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Jan 22, 2017
Jan 22, 2017 at 12:38 PM UTC
Unfitting
Tell me, my choice was not, and never will be, to hurt you. I only hurt me. You, hold my hand. Me, gone with the wind, up the cliff, climbing that tree. Help me. I die , moonlight burns my bones. Into ashes. My soul sprinkled all over my bed sheets, i don't feel like getting up. Oh, Sir, you have died. A lot you gave me, do you see? I am not what you left behind, I am nothing but a mere illusion of what I'm told to be. I have to ask, will you be scared of the monster, life has turned me into? By life, I mean, people . Will you all run away from the beast? Will you stay until i eat what keeps you alive, and then leave? Run.
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Dec 6, 2016
Dec 6, 2016 at 10:20 AM UTC
Hi , i'm a freak
Throwing daggers at the mirror Hoping one might motivate me Disgusted, hoping to be just a little more... Just a little more... Maybe then... If I just... I. Can't. Nothing is going to satisfy self hatred It takes and takes and is always wanting more Funny thing that after a while we are left feeling like nothing Not enough Never enough We believe it too Eyes glued to our idea of what's "wrong" with ourselves But what's really wrong is our eyes Blinded by the lies of society
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Oct 12, 2016
Oct 12, 2016 at 2:03 AM UTC
Unsatisfied
******* up her brain ******* up her soul ******* up everything she had ever owned Locked up her only savior in a cell, She’s hopeless now, there was no one else She’s stifled in a cimmerian shell with a nebulous heart conquered by thrashing bells Erratic self-deleterious thoughts A throat filled with uproar and frantic knots This is what she has become, this is what you’ve made her She didn’t know if you were the devil, or just the monster within her.
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Jul 29, 2016
Jul 29, 2016 at 2:43 PM UTC
bad effects
Waiting my turn in ----------------------------- line for the golden star from Self-Gratification. Now to find the shortest aisle.
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Jul 15, 2016
Jul 15, 2016 at 1:29 AM UTC
Shopping for Inner Praise
I always thought it was everyone else Who hated me But its me... Im the only one who hates me
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Jun 12, 2016
Jun 12, 2016 at 10:07 PM UTC
It's me (draft)
Those dreams of tomorrow are gone The future was but a mistaken shadow The fire burns ashes into this oken wall It is now a trip, for me, through this black forest Blacker, blacker, black the forest becomes Lost, I am, in these living forests of ebony Blackened trunks wall the muddy trails A hall I journey into, nowhere to turn I make my way down this endless tunnel The living trees close the path behind me Darker, darker, dark the tunnel goes The further I venture, the less I may see The trees reach their limbs to halt my path The trees curl their roots to trip my step When will this end? Is freedom an option for me? Or do I lay down and die like the bodies before me? Harder, harder, hard it is to trek these woods Only black before me and only black behind Here I sit, in this blackened hall of trees Here, I'm alone, in this toil of misery Here, I drink alone. Drown my sorrow Here I cry, unheard by friendly ears Here I scream, unknown by any man Here I sit, in the Forests Of Ebony...
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May 5, 2016
May 5, 2016 at 9:43 PM UTC
Forests Of Ebony
Gleefully you score pictures on my white bones with a sharp nail and wipe Indian ink into the minute scratches. I watch your scrimshaw emerge with disinterest until I see your artwork capture the moment when an upturned hull slips beneath the waves to begin its long descent. I recognise the ship as that of which I had proudly proclaimed myself captain
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Apr 7, 2016
Apr 7, 2016 at 12:39 AM UTC
Artwork
I wear a mask to run this charade To make it seem like I have not yet decayed Under all my own thoughts and all my self-hatred Under the harsh image that I have created I make it seem like I don’t have a care My true thoughts muted by this mask that I wear It may seem like I have it all held together But darling, let me tell you I am a nightmare
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Mar 24, 2016
Mar 24, 2016 at 7:36 AM UTC
Nightmare
i hurt myself countless times today but only this time not physically i hurt myself like i won't stop thinking about the things that make me feel worthless i hurt myself like i daydream about the boys that make me feel unsure of myself just when my confidence was starting to rise i hurt myself like i let these feelings take over my mind completely so that whether or not i think i'm good enough is based on my assumptions of why everyone that momentarily makes me feel secure doesn't talk to me for a day or two i hurt myself like i'm writing these ******* thoughts down on paper as if thinking deeper about it is going to do anything other than rip open old wounds i hurt myself like i sabotage my own happiness because it's so easy to tear down what is just a light veil draped over all these years of self hatred and low self esteem that has built up so much it could reach the earths core i hurt myself like i know i won't stop until i've convinced myself that i am nothing
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Jan 21, 2016
Jan 21, 2016 at 2:39 AM UTC
02:37 AM
There’s nothing there anymore Empty space A neck without a head I remember how you taught me to tie my tongue Or maybe I taught myself Doesn’t matter I just wanted to fill the space So we made nooses on our deathbed I caught your breath and framed it ‘Holly blooming’ Before asphyxiating Never did pick up my head from your apartment You’ve probably moved away Shifted flesh and become someone else Doesn’t matter Never did
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Dec 7, 2015
Dec 7, 2015 at 10:13 AM UTC
cold comfort
I sit up at night and wonder, Was it worth it? Of one thing I'm sure, It wasn't and I feel like ****
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Sep 15, 2015
Sep 15, 2015 at 11:37 AM UTC
It's 10:35 on a Tuesday and I Still Hate Myself
***no matter how shallow no matter how few I still broke my promises and I lied to you I know a "bad day" is a horrible excuse but a few cuts it's better than a noose it was just one more day until 6 months but I guess this time I wasn't strong enough it was only a matter of time and I think you knew I could feel myself growing distant then I finally blew my fuse it was only supposed to be one I swear one single line and then I'd be done but then I had to make it equal and then my demons won***
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Aug 26, 2015
Aug 26, 2015 at 1:21 AM UTC
just one day short of tomorrow
i think a part of me will always love being six years old— love being tiny, unassuming, cold in my reactions, bowled over by my peers, told to be bigger, brighter, better. i am largely the same now— but i am no longer six. no one tells me to become any bigger or brighter or better, being small means being crushed, and if i am overlooked, no one cares. if i were six, this would sadden me. but i am no longer six, i no longer care, and i am alone in my acquired apathy.
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Aug 22, 2015
Aug 22, 2015 at 2:27 AM UTC
acquired apathy
The devil carves his name into my skin The blood reads: disgusting
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Jun 1, 2015
Jun 1, 2015 at 9:29 PM UTC
Remorse
The days go on, the nights get longer. She can’t keep fighting, they’re getting stronger. The thoughts are sinister, they keep her awake. They’re taking her life, for goodness sake. Do you see what’s happening? She’s fading away. The thoughts are powerful and leading her astray. The days go on, the nights get darker. The demons are growing and becoming smarter. This girl is dying, she’s mentally weak. Her moods are low and never to peak. She can’t live like this, so let her die. It’s her time to go and say goodbye.
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Apr 2, 2015
Apr 2, 2015 at 11:53 AM UTC
The Days Go On
i could have done something different i could have done something better i could have helped you i could have saved you i could have taken your pain worn it on my shoulders and took your burdens for you i could have wiped your tears away poured the ***** down the drain locked up the shotgun and sang you to sleep only in the morning you would still be there i could have done something different i could have done something better i could have been there for you i could have fixed what made you hurt and made you forget about it i could have held your hand let you cry to me soothed your aching heart with comforting words and taken you away from everything that changed you maybe if i did you would still be here the same mistakes of idleness and the same outcome the same sharp sorrow and tortuous guilt the same irreplaceable loss that i couldn’t stop the same **** words that float in my head enough times that i convince myself they’re true i could have done something different i could have done something better and because i didn’t i’m the only one left to tell myself that
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Feb 28, 2015
Feb 28, 2015 at 6:57 PM UTC
nine years
you can’t feel regret with a bullet through your head you can’t wake up to the smell of stale ***** or see FAILURE printed on your forehead in the mirror or hear your own thoughts that seem to be in such greater quantities than everyone else’s it’s the best solution for a hangover the cure for the worst headaches an end to all thoughts that seem to be in direct contact with whatever makes your stomach twist             your chest tighten             your palms sweat             your eyes well up the list of pros and cons is dramatically lopsided force yourself not to think of the look in her eyes when she sees you every other weekend block out the sound of their laughter when it’s 3am and no one can sleep put blinders on: see tomorrow                           see the day after                           see disappointment and regret and broken bottles                           because sometimes you stumble only then will you be able to give yourself the right answer when you ask, “would that be so hard to walk away from?”
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Feb 28, 2015
Feb 28, 2015 at 6:50 PM UTC
broken bottles
mediocrity isn’t something to be strived for and being a nonentity isn’t a relief of pressure it’s heavier than any weight that could be strapped to your back, larger than any expectations you delude yourself into thinking you must meet emptiness fills more than you would think your feeble body on the ground stirs no pity in me i hope the steel-toed boots striking you from every direction leave bruises that last i hope the stench of your rotting flesh gags you and brings up the lack of what you hold inside i hope old scabs are ripped open again and your hands lay weak by your side unable to stop the flow of blood let me hear you say that you are nothing, that you have nothing valuable to offer let me hear you say that you are a waste of space, an unwanted burden let me hear you cry and plead for an end, although you don’t deserve that escape i want to hear you say that you’re a murderer i want you to go back: look into his eyes watch them dilate with fear and then see the light leave them feel his blood on your hands leaving a permanent mark that doesn’t wash off under water feel his body turn cold as the life inside him stops with his heartbeat your sniveling apologies do nothing but turn my stomach over don’t touch me, i don’t care if the blood is gone being a nonentity isn’t a relief of pressure i hope you never get away from that weight
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Feb 28, 2015
Feb 28, 2015 at 6:36 PM UTC
the one you feed
It seems a bit familiar This feeling And expected Even though I didn't see it coming But what more can I do? And what better place to compose poetry Than behind the wheel of a ****** car Going twice the speed limit And half off road And what better way To celebrate The scars And the fact that God won again Than to cry tears without feeling Anything at all? How can I even be mad? You cried, too. Less, but that's given - That I expected Not that I expected anything at all. But what about Thanksgiving? What about the place set for you? And that date to Barnes and Noble I asked you on months ago? Who am I kidding, that wouldn't have happened I only remember it all now Kissing in the rain Baking cookies That money she owed you Bringing you hot chocolate on the first day it snowed The way your hips moved against mine How ecstatic you made me And the way I thought I could make you happy too And the way you seemed happy, in the apple orchard And when we held each other under the fireworks On our first date And that time we talked about the universe and philosophy And how excited you seemed That you found someone who understood Another INTP A lover worth giving your body to, Your mind, Your soul, Being one with. I must've imagined it. I'm crazy, after all.
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Nov 17, 2014
Nov 17, 2014 at 8:13 PM UTC
Another INTP
I joke at a constant. Whether it be about myself or nothing at all, I still joke. Sometimes it hurts laughing at my self hatred since everyone thinks I'm kidding, hell I even think it sometimes. But it hurts knowing that people you care about don't notice your smile crumbling and your life tumbling until you scream it out to them "I'm not okay."
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Nov 6, 2014
Nov 6, 2014 at 11:55 AM UTC
Not Okay
*i have a problem. sometimes, i am happy uncontrollably so. everything makes me smile. and the sun shines in my heart. but then there are days when even under the sun i bring in the rain. it pours from my eyes down my cheeks to my mouth. and i try to swallow but i can't. and everything crumbles around me. i lose myself. and there is no one but me who can pick t h o s e p i e c e s u p . i have a problem. i am my problem.*
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Oct 5, 2014
Oct 5, 2014 at 1:46 AM UTC
o n z e .
“Second place…” “Everyone feels.” “Get out of your room.” “…. Intensive therapy…” “I’m a bad person.” “I’m sorry.” “How does it feel?” “How did it feel?” “I’m so sorry.” “I love you.” “You’re beautiful.” “You’re not enough.” “… People like that…” “Is that why the world is so sharp you cut yourself on it?” “What do you want?” “You want me to be something I’m not.” “I hate you.” “Why won’t you let me hold you?” “Are you up?” “It hurts.” “You can tell me anything.” “I’m scared.” “I don’t think I can help you.” “Are you okay?” “… Going through the tunnel…” “You can listen to my records.” “So that’s why it’s me who ends up the cause of everything that hurts you.” “Can I help?” “Fight back.” “I’m busy.” “Sure, honey.” “Are you okay?” “I’m sorry.” “… When I cut…” “It’s not okay.” “I care about you.” “What did you mean?” “I punched the wall in my bedroom.” “Go take a walk.” “I’m bleeding.” “Do you want to talk about it?” “Has the counselor talked to your parents about a hospital yet?” “Crazy people are beautiful.” “Drop it.” “Stop being so cryptic.” “I don’t know how to love you either.” “Why do you treat me this way?” “What’s going on?” “… Like I’m nothing…” “It makes it feel worthless that I’m a kind person.” “Then nothing’s going to change.” “It’s okay.” “You’re so annoying.” “You’re so brilliant it hurts to think you might waste it.” “You have to keep trying.”
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Sep 14, 2014
Sep 14, 2014 at 5:17 PM UTC
Always In Passing
“Second place…” “Everyone feels.” “Get out of your room.” “…. Intensive therapy…” “I’m a bad person.” “I’m sorry.” “How does it feel?” “How did it feel?” “I’m so sorry.” “I love you.” “You’re beautiful.” “You’re not enough.” “… People like that…” “Is that why the world is so sharp you cut yourself on it?” “What do you want?” “You want me to be something I’m not.” “I hate you.” “Why won’t you let me hold you?” “Are you up?” “It hurts.” “You can tell me anything.” “I’m scared.” “I don’t think I can help you.” “Are you okay?” “… Going through the tunnel…” “You can listen to my records.” “So that’s why it’s me who ends up the cause of everything that hurts you.” “Can I help?” “Fight back.” “I’m busy.” “Sure, honey.” “Are you okay?” “I’m sorry.” “… When I cut…” “It’s not okay.” “I care about you.” “What did you mean?” “I punched the wall in my bedroom.” “Go take a walk.” “I’m bleeding.” “Do you want to talk about it?” “Has the counselor talked to your parents about a hospital yet?” “Crazy people are beautiful.” “Drop it.” “Stop being so cryptic.” “I don’t know how to love you either.” “Why do you treat me this way?” “What’s going on?” “… Like I’m nothing…” “It makes it feel worthless that I’m a kind person.” “Then nothing’s going to change.” “It’s okay.” “You’re so annoying.” “You’re so brilliant it hurts to think you might waste it.” “You have to keep trying.”
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Take me away Away from me Away from society Away from everyone For my thoughts are true They make me self conscious They make me scared And They make me stressed too There's no cure for this For nothing is wrong Nothing ever has been And nothing will be So I'll put on a happy face Pretend to be strong And enjoy myself When I'm with my friends But on my own The dark Comes to get me My self hatred comes out to play It never went It's always there But it has more fun When I'm alone here I should be alone Can I just stay here And never come out Too scared to look at myself Too scared to let others see But they'll never know The way that I feel How much pain is caused daily And all by me For I am this pain It is caused by me For after all it is my fault you see I don't want help I don't want to talk I don't need your permission Or sorry-ful looks You don't need to know It's my secret you see No one will know What it is to be me Nor do you want to So be grateful you don't Nothing will happen For I am too weak I can't do anything No matter how much I over think I wish that I could If I could I would Everyone else seems to do it so effortlessly While I can't do it at all It's all in my head I guess I could say However this is nothing at all It's only thoughts Never actions I don't care what you think Or what you think you know For you know nothing And that's how it goes
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Aug 15, 2014
Aug 15, 2014 at 4:46 AM UTC
What It Is To Be Me