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TK May 2020
Biggest problem is mental health
governments only concern is wealth
public health systems a joke
People going broke
We work all week, just to pay rent
No food in the fridge, bills being sent
Constantly in debt, people upset
Everyones stressed, families a mess
Just trying live, day to day
But all we do, is pay and pay
TK May 2020
Him
Your looks i adore
But your personality much more
But we connect (Like four)

Thankful you’re here
Many times, you attempted to disappear

You made me a promise
To never walk back through that forest
With a rope that almost took you from me
To never again see you bleed
So dramatically

The love of my life
Has attempted suicide
Too many times

My heart shatters at the thought
Leaving me beyond distraught

To the love of my life
I hate when we fight
But even then, i love you with all my might

So please my love
Holding a metaphorical gun
Never ever try attempt again
Because i couldn’t handle that pain

And a life without you
Would be impossible to get through
TK May 2020
Quiet
Alone but not physically
Quiet
Stuck with my thoughts
Quiet
My mind is loud, overbearing
Quiet
The rain has settled the wind has calmed
Quiet
The storm was my only company
Quiet
Suffering in silence
Quiet
Most people lay fast asleep
Quiet
I cant hear my breathing
Quiet
I can only hear the noise in my head
Quiet
Too quiet... is my heart beating?
TK May 2020
Storms
Frosted windows
Ice cold water trickles
Down windows
Deep in my heart
Strong wind
Blowing the outside world into chaos
Just like my mind
Just like my life
Maybe thats why i relate to storms
Maybe thats why i enjoy them
Because storms are chaotic
And so am i
I know this poem is a bit half assed but right now its all i have. my brain is on overdrive everythings a bit crazy right now and i just need to put my feelings into something that isn’t destructive
TK May 2020
A torturous cycle
Repeat
Repeat
Repeat
My heart beats
Or does it
This journey never ending
It started young
Countless battles to escape since
To change my fate
Yet here is this torturous cycle
Repeat
Repeat
Repeat
Busy and quiet
Inside and out
Defective, functioning (barely)
Unique, Standard
Storms i love
But no
Definitely not this one
I went for a very different style with this one, trying to exlore different ways of poetry, leaving more for the reader to interpret and dissect the way they may do so. Whether they may relate in their own way or whether they may not. Whether they relate in a way that is different to my  thoughts and my personal meaning behind this i like to think other people can possibly relate in their own way even if it’s completely different to my own meaning behind it
TK May 2018
Distant, alone
In a state of unknown
Negative thoughts have grown,
To new heights
I'm blinded,
By sharp lights
Striking me at moments,
Of weakness and even strength
Im stuck in cycle of self-torment
10 steps forward, 15 back
Support,
I don't lack
Yet despite the light, Life feels pitch black

...Yet despite the light, Life feels pitch black...
An on the spot release of some meandering thoughts
TK May 2018
A long and dark journey that feels never-ending.
A vicious cycle that lessens the pain.
But when you need to press the stop button, it quits working.
Negatives out-way the positives.
Yet you keep returning to your journey, to try and keep your mind at bay.
Temporary relief followed by enhanced and new problems.
So you stray back to the dark journey, one that feels like sunshine at the time.
So easy to give in, desperate for release.
Only to be left stranded in the dark alone, with the monster that lurks inside.
Writers block seems to be inescapable at the moment, but felt as though i needed to put some thoughts down on the page.
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