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  Dec 2024 Bree17
s anne
The ceiling looks down
corroded, broken, messy
eyes look up
glassy, lifeless, empty

Is it over yet?

Please
I can’t stand it
Where are you? Where am I?
I can’t commit to anything

Help me
Can’t you—
  Dec 2024 Bree17
s anne
How are you willing to give yourself to me?
I can’t seem to get close
limbs frozen solid
Im terrified to be so open

But you’re so warm
Melt me
Arms wrap and scorch my waist
******* lips
Im still so terrified.
  Dec 2024 Bree17
Nobody
try
You don’t know what it's like
To try
And try
And try
With no results

You don’t know what it's like
To cry
And cry
And cry
Tears full of salt

You don’t know what it's like
To die
And die
And die
Every second you're alive

You don’t know what it's like
To lie
And lie
And lie
But nothing
Will ever
Ever
Ever
Get better.
its... it has been a very long week
Bree17 Dec 2024
I often wonder what my life would hold
without the liberty of writing
of expressing the inexpressible
tragedies that glitter the world
but I'm pretty sure that
I wouldn't want to be here
anymore
i think it's the only reason im still here
Bree17 Dec 2024
I can't quite remember
the moment
everything
shifted

when I stopped waking up
feeling anything but tired
or when I stopped going to sleep
praying for anything but the end

maybe it was the day you left
physically, I mean
or perhaps the weeks leading up
the weeks that numbed me to my bones

perhaps it was the months that followed
and the way little parts of me
seemed to just
drift away

I stopped looking both ways
while crossing a busy road
stopped being careful
while walking alone in public

I didn't notice when I stopped running
to the safety of my bed once the lights went out
instead I slowly wandered through the house
no longer afraid of the dark or what it could hide

because what can a car
or a creep
or the dark, where my fears would once reap
do that will ever compare to the way
you broke me
I've stopped hiding my legs under my blanket while I sleep because my monsters no longer lurk in the dark
Bree17 Dec 2024
How is living so endlessly hard, like drinking and eating for this body I guard.
It feels like I'm always doing something to survive, while never truly feeling alive.
This burden called life is dragging me down, while I wear my agony like an elegant gown.
With the tiara atop my head made from my sorrow, but jeweled with peace from my friends that I borrow.
I am clothed with the things I have survived, and I lack the accessories in which I've been deprived.
My pain written across my body, all the loss and distain in which I embody.
Living like this is impossible tiring, so much I've now thought of promptly retiring.
found it amongst the cobwebs in my closet
Bree17 Dec 2024
The worlds no longer bright
Our sun has been banished
The moon hidden behind the clouds
World wide power outage
All lights gone out
i lost my light
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