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I could never tell you
exactly what's going on inside my head,
so I'll write instead.
Drown my thoughts in paper & lead.
Keep my hands alive,
and my expression dead.
As she sits on the park bench
Watching the happy couples
Pass by she thinks to herself

She’s alone. Why ? Why ?
Why is she never good enough
She can feel the pieces of her
Heart shattering

Rage filling the cracks like lava
It fills the crevices of her heart

It passes painfully and slowly
The pain of the lava in her chest
Bring stinging tears to her eyes

The tears roll down her cheeks
As the lava passes through

She’s burnt , battered and bruised
From a love that felt real but wasn’t

Dear child it wil be fine in the end
Don’t let the world make your heart hard.
 May 2018 Shadow Dragon
Jessica S
Every single time
I Look in your eyes
I See everything I can‘t have
And it makes me sick.
I want to Tell you
That I love you
And every single scar you have.
But I don‘t say it
I just keep thinking it
Every single time
I look in your eyes
 May 2018 Shadow Dragon
Jessica S
We drink alcohol
and smoke cigarettes
and kiss stupid boys
that don't care about us
Just to forget about
life
We want to feel the rush
the adrenalin
because in reality
we have that boring job
and that one stupid boy
that doesn't text back.
reality hurts
and we don't want to feel pain
Cherries and poppies
raspberries and strawberries
and fallen red leaves,
a burning memory.
 May 2018 Shadow Dragon
tobi
stuff inside my head
only makes sense to me
so that's why it stays in there
that's why i daydream

stuff in the "real world"
doesn't make sense to me
so that's why it stays out there
that's why i daydream
i don't wanna grow up.
 May 2018 Shadow Dragon
it's ok
I have a war inside my head
And sometimes I lie in bed
And pretend to be dead

Sometimes I lay awake,
wishing the earth would quake
And then my belly aches

But I am not hungry
It’s just emotional sundry
my mind becomes so ugly.

so, hear it from me, I’m starving.
Hoping to feeling something.
On these nights my mind is startling.
Until the war is almost calming.

The blood shed keeps the vampires fed
And I’m sorry for this war inside my head
I’ve always appreciated the people who never fled
because I know they all dread this war inside my head
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