Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
 
Bree17 Oct 3
It's like a spineless monster
As it claws right up my throat
First it takes my voice away
And next I start to choke

It digs it's nails right into me
And grips me much too tight
Holding me in place
As I will myself to fight

It sits right on my chest
So I can't make a sound
And my hands start to sweat
As my heart begins to pound

It takes complete control of me
Never letting go
So If I were to need your help
It'd never let you know
Bree17 Dec 6
Stop it

Just..

stop.

Stop looking at me like that
Stop acting like its a tragedy
I am not a tragedy
I am what you made me into
I am your creation

Stop it

Just..

stop.

Stop looking at me like that
Stop acting like it's a mistake
I am not a mistake
I am who you made me into
I am your creation

Stop it

Just..

stop.

Stop looking at me like that
Stop acting like it's done
I am not done
I am not only what you made me into
I am not only your creation

I am me
I am mine
I am myself

(right?)
my identical twin who lives within a glass realm
so far away where I cannot reach
and yet she still controls me
369 · Dec 13
i think... 2.0
Bree17 Dec 13
i think
i just felt
the last part
of my brittle heart
break
309 · Oct 3
In and out
Bree17 Oct 3
One second there
The next gone
One second grounded
The next floating freely
Reality and fantasy
Constantly switching
In and out
In and out
299 · Nov 14
World, forget me.
Bree17 Nov 14
I used to thrive,
To laugh and love.
I’d wake up early,
With morning doves.

Everything matter, yet nothing ever did
I’d mess up, then laugh about it
Around you, all my worries hid
I was blissfully well-off

Now I survive
I smile and nod
Sleep as the sun rises
And wake feeling odd,

Nothing matters, yet everything now does
I mess up, then shut down
Without you, my worries always buzz
I’m consciously deprived

I no longer strive
My eyes now fixed low
Please world, forget me
Just let me go.
Wrote a poem with the title “world forget me” as a prompt.
292 · Dec 9
Lights out
Bree17 Dec 9
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
263 · Oct 3
Art
Bree17 Oct 3
Art
A beautifully, intricate creation
Formed by a child's imagination
Capturing life through another's eyes
No room left for abnegation
The paintbrush bleeds as an artist cries
A clean canvas presents us with endless tries
Art is an unrestricted liberation
Accessible during both lows and highs
Acting as life's illustration
As our society's restriction dies
What do you think?
248 · Oct 3
Nature
Bree17 Oct 3
One again the world resets
The moon leaves, replaced with light
Taking with it yesterday's regrets
As the day seizes us with renewed might
Golden radiance shines through colorful leaves
While the smells of earth engulf me
My lungs are filled with morning's crisp breeze
As nature persists carelessly
Clouds dance across the midday sky
Countless shapes, colors, and size
Seamlessly the day moves by
And once more the moon will rise
As is the path that nature takes
And no matter what, the cycle never breaks
237 · Nov 7
Necessity
Bree17 Nov 7
useful, used
taken from until empty
not really wanted
just needed temporarily
until useless once again
I went through a period of time where I felt I was completely alone, even when surrounded by those I loved. I had a few friends who treated me like a burden or annoyance when I wasn't helping them in certain ways. Granted, they were going through some stuff at the time, but it still was hard to handle. So if you're going through something similar, just know you aren't alone and that it will get better. :)
235 · Oct 10
Insomnia
Bree17 Oct 10
I’m scared that if I sleep too much
I won’t want to wake again.
Like my book will be finished
If for a second, I set down the pen

I’m tired, yet I don’t sleep
My eye lids like a weighted blanket
As I live life half awake
While dreaming of a casket

I’m scared of sleeping too much
Scared of losing time
Or of being awake for too long
And instead losing my mind

So, yes, I’m afraid of sleep
Of what affect it would make
Afraid I’ll lose the will to live
And lose my will to wake

But how do I differentiate  
Between too much and just enough
And how do I say I’m doing fine
Without ending in a bluff

I have so little fight left in me
And so, I’m terrified
That if I’m offered a safe place
I’ll never cease to hide
Bree17 Nov 7
Love alongside hate
Loss alongside gain
The words tragedies, the purest of miracles
The brave and the cowardly
The heart and the mind
One cannot exist without the other
Can’t have life without death
Nor death without life
As is the way of the universe
182 · Dec 10
isn't it tragic?
Bree17 Dec 10
"look at the sky"
I'd say
and together we watched

we would
lose
ourselves
in the clouds and sun
and with that
we would
find
each other

"look at the sky"
I say now
wondering if its time to join it
I hope I make the sky as beautiful as it was that morning
and that one day you look up
and remember me
144 · Nov 19
what is this
Bree17 Nov 19
ouch my chest hurts
my head is spinning
all I can think
is what if this is it?

I don't understand.
this has happened before
I've lost you and found you
why does this bother me more

ouch my chests tight
my head is foggy
all I can think
is what if I never see you again
Bree17 Nov 8
My world is ablaze
The sky is on fire
I scream for you now,
Please help me, it’s dire
Yet your answer is clear
With no other way
The ending is near
And I know what you’ll say
“Relax, my dear daughter,
for it’s only a phase”
I understand that some things in life are fleeting and will pass, but that doesn't mean they aren't real in the moment. This relates to struggles as well, no matter how long of a period of time they are going to be there for. I think sometimes people's struggles/problems are overlooked because of something as simple as their age. Hearing that something you are battling is "just a phase" doesn't make it easier, but actually just belittles a person and invalidates their emotions. So instead, we should start treating our youth as the humans beings that they are.

The prompt for this was "Write a poem using the phrase: 'The world is on fire'”
138 · Oct 8
Family
Bree17 Oct 8
There's this certain feeling
That only some can give
Hurting instead of healing
Leaving you to question how you live

Why am I always out of place
Always wrong, no matter how hard I try
The shame bright on my face
As I choke down the need to cry

Every argument drains me
Leaving their smiles smug
How I wish they'd hear my plea
Instead of brushing my pain under the rug

Why can't the see this calm is fake
How each insult hurts more and more
Why can't the give instead of take
Isn't that what family's for?
My family has never been very close, most conversations ending in an argument. Many thoughts and feelings have been left unsaid in fear that they would be judged or ignored. I'm not saying my family is bad, I love them dearly. This is just a way I have felt on many occasions, so I wanted to express it in some way. To let people who relate know that they aren't alone in this.
136 · Nov 13
I’m dead, right?
Bree17 Nov 13
I lie here, I listen
Watch as your tears fall
Your whispers and wails
Still, I hear them all
A piece of me yearns
To rise just once more
My hearts seared with burns
My body’s at war
‘Once more’, screams my heart
‘What for’, yells my brain
I can’t tell them apart
Don’t know how to explain
I’m dead now, I'm gone
Please let me move on
My prompt was to write a poem starting with the words “I’ve been dead only an hour.”
130 · 2d
p.s. 4.0
Bree17 2d
hey guess what
i won











i really did love you more
i don't think you ever loved me
and the chance that you did
and yet you still did this
hurts me even more
121 · Oct 3
Nervous habits
Bree17 Oct 3
I tear and rip at my lips, leaving them raw and bleeding
Looking bloodied and messy
No one wants to kiss a pair of lips that look like mine
I yank and tug at my nails, leaving them short and bleeding
Looking bloodied and messy
No one wants to hold a pair of hands that look like mine
I love and lose, a consistent cycle
My brains bounces back, my heart taking the fall, cracking a little more with each loss, leaving it broken and bleeding
Looking bloodied and messy
No one wants to love a heart that looks like mine
I pull and pick at all the seams throughout my body
I unravel myself and sew it back together again
I break and fix, a consistent cycle
But I take the toll, displayed by the scares throughout my body, leaving me broken and bleeding
Looking bloodied and messy
No one wants to love a person who looks like me
This could be triggering, so if it's not your *** of tea I apologize.
105 · Dec 10
im not scared anymore
Bree17 Dec 10
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
104 · Dec 5
is it my fault?
Bree17 Dec 5
What if I really don't belong anywhere?

The feeling of always being out of place..



..it follows me.
found in a old note book, **** little me was depressed too, sometimes I forget just how long it's been this way.
102 · Dec 10
i lied
Bree17 Dec 10
i looked him in the eyes
and watched as his tears fell
leaving behind a pit in my chest
and a pain i couldn't tell

oh i wish i could go back
and unsay the things i've said
and keep the pain and agony
trapped away within my head

so instead i did the next best thing
and promised what i cant
planting there a seed of lies
a beautifully tragic plant

and yes it left a sour taste
as the words left my tongue
but it's better than that hollow pain
that was sitting on my lungs

i looked him in the eyes
and watched as his tears fell
and sold him lies priced as true
the best truth a liar can sell
i feel horrible, but at least he isn't so sad anymore
Bree17 Nov 8
I’ve been dead only an hour
And yet my body feels so cold
My soul has left this world so sour
With no one’s hand for me to hold

I’ve been dead for just one day,
Yesterday my world fell flat.
Honestly, I died a year beforehand,
But now you’ll never know that.

I think I died the day you left
And in the time that followed so
Back in March, the month of luck
I think I died a year ago

And here I stay, resting at last
Finally, I’m free to roam
My heart is stone, my eyes are glass
Truly now just skin and bone
The prompt for this poem was to "write a poem starting with the words 'I’ve been dead only an hour.'”
98 · Dec 10
Prevent Fate
Bree17 Dec 10
Everyday is like the last
Every week a blurry mess
How I wish to make it stop
Just to hurt a little less

But how could I do that
When the reason for all this pain
Is the only thing I cannot fix
The only thing I cannot regain

When what's causing all this pain
Is a pain all by itself
The pain of losing love
That steals us from ourselves

Oh, the beauty of it
That we've all come to hate
And no matter what we do
No one can prevent fate
drowning in the old pages of a long forgotten journal
94 · Nov 14
Let me talk
Bree17 Nov 14
It’s not true, you know
The things you say to me
I didn’t do that
That wasn’t what I meant
I am not that
You are wrong.

But I can’t tell you that.
I can’t open my mouth,
Or I’m being “disrespectful”
Can’t show emotion
Or I’m looking at you “wrong”
Can’t set boundaries
Or I “don't care”
Can’t fight back
Or I’m “mean”
Can’t stand up for myself
Or I’m acting “hateful”
Can’t be angry at you
Or I’m just “angry at the world”
I can’t speak up
Because then I’m “talking back”

Stop it,
Just let me talk.
Some (not all) parents teach their kids that talking up is talking back. And of course there is a difference, and some things are actually talking back.
But on the other hand, there are a lot of things that aren't actually talking back. Like speaking up for yourself, or not just taking everything quietly.
Sometimes parents think they are helping their child by "disciplining" them, but in reality they are just silencing them.
Parents can yell and scream at a child and that's perfectly fine, that's "parenting"
And yet, if kids were to yell back or challenge it, it's "disrespectful"?
"Mean"?
Because "they're your parents", right?
And kids can't be "mean" to parents even if parents are mean to them, correct?

I don't get it, I just feel muted.
93 · Nov 14
my friends, my light
Bree17 Nov 14
Some say stars are ***** of rock
Specks of dust with lack of lore
Or holes, where light peeks in from heaven
But to me they are so much more

See, when I look up at the sky
I see each little burning ember
And late at night when I’m so alone
Their silent guidance gives me a home

Little rocks, so far away
Blocked by suffocating ceilings and walls
Disappearing with the horrors of day
Please say you’ll return when night next falls

You are my friends, you are my light
I look up to you in silence
I don’t shield my eyes, no matter how bright
For you are my everything

I speak and you listen
I yell and I shout
You stay here, never tiring
With you, I’m no cast out

So thank you, my friends
For hearing my cries
For being here each night
I love you guys.
I used the prompt "write a poem as if the stars are your only friends".
Bree17 Dec 9
I                                                                ­                                              
don't                                                            ­                                        
       scream                                                           ­                             
                   for                                                              ­                      
                       help...                                                          ­              

but
whisper                                                         ­                                                                 ­              


my                                                            ­ 
    words
              so                      
                  soft...               ­                                                                 ­  

small                                                  


as to not lose my voice
                         on such a meaningless task 
                                                     that will go unheard anyways
I'm done asking for help because in the end I'm empty handed
The more I cry out for help, the quieter I feel
So what's the point?
89 · Dec 8
am i just lazy?
Bree17 Dec 8
the day is over and yet
I  haven't
moved.

I scrolled aimlessly
my day dwindling away beneath dull eyes
darkness covered me like a blanket
as I blocked out reality

It's dark outside and yet
I haven't
moved.

I laid in bed
the world slowly dimming behind closed curtains
only light coming from a object glued to my hand
as I blocked out reality

It's 11:53 and yet
I still haven't
moved.
all I did was rest
so why am I still
so
tired.
75 · Dec 8
societys condemned us
Bree17 Dec 8
I don't think I'm real anymore
no one seems to see me
as I wander on, alone
my path undefined, my eyes blind
and maybe the problem isn't me
but who they want me to be
all I wanted was to be kind

I don't think they're real anymore
I never truly knew them
as they wandered on, tethered
Their path defined, their mind blind
and maybe the problem wasn't them
but the way we condemn
someone's worth to luck in which they find
When you open your mind and close off your eyes,
Can you see the universe or do you just go blind

If no one sees me, am I really there?
73 · Jun 10
The strangers we are
Bree17 Jun 10
I don't think I realized at first
That this would be it
The last time that you and I
Would see each other, eye to eye

And maybe I'm wrong
And someday we'll be face to face
But it won't be the same
As it was that day

And I don't think I understood
That the last time we'd meet
We'll have walked past each other
Without even a greet

We were strangers again
I was air and you were glass
Like we knew that we were here
But we couldn't see past

This invisible wall
That was made from our pain
Which will never fall
And will always remain

So I'll forever remember
The blank look in your eyes
And your face and you walk
Like it didn't bug you, that we didn't talk

Two souls once connected
Now so very far
As we walked past each other
Like the strangers we are
What do you think?
70 · Dec 10
bully
Bree17 Dec 10
tell me something,
lonely soul

does being a *****
truly make you

feel


more



whole?
literally just be nice
its
not
that
hard
69 · Nov 17
Hey, can you talk?
Bree17 Nov 17
It's me.. again..
Do you recognize me?
Do you see me at all?

No, I know you don't.
I saw you again today
Not actually though
Yet you were the most you you've been in a while.

I saw you in my mind
Gosh you looked at me like..
Anyways

I saw you last Friday
The real you this time,
But not you you
You haven't been you you in a while.

But that's alright
Cuz I haven't been me me in a while
Honestly, I'm really strug-

I'm sorry, I'm rambling
I'll stop, I'll be less annoying
I promise, just please don't leave..
oh wait, right.

Okay, okay, I'll wrap it up
I know I should stop this
I need to move on, I just can't.

Umm, oh right, I remember now
I just wanted to hear your voice, it's why I'm here again
Stupid, right?
Yeah, I know, stupid of me to still love you.

You're probably thinking "who is this random girl?"

It's me.. I think..
Do you recognize me?
Do you see me at all?

Because I don't anymore.
Literal rambling, apologizes

Also, to them (you know who you are) :
I literally loved you so much, ***** you.
happy yet?
65 · 7d
I just want love
Bree17 7d
I just don't get it
why is it that
being gay
is a sin?
why?

It's just love
why can't
it just
be

l
o
v
e
I just don't understand
59 · Dec 10
It's my safety net
Bree17 Dec 10
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
57 · Nov 7
I loved you
Bree17 Nov 7
How is it fair?
                     Every time I see you, you look exactly the same
            Same long hair, curly and brown
   Same eyes as before, so bright and blue

   And I wonder to myself
            Do you recognize me, as I do you?
                     As we pass in the hall
                                Does your breath catch, or you heart stall

                        Because unlike you, I’ve changed
                            I cut my hair, and dyed it red
                                   Changed my clothes
                                    My eyes now dead.
57 · Dec 13
I'm suffocating
Bree17 Dec 13
sometimes it feels like
someone took a needle
and poked a small hole in my lungs
and each breath I take
tears it a little more
until there's no air left
I think I know who that someone was
55 · 7d
I'm broken
Bree17 7d
I'm breaking
     I'm breaking
          I'm breaking
My hands won't stop shaking
I'm breaking
     I'm breaking
          I'm breaking
And yet people are still taking
I'm breaking
     I'm breaking
          I'm breaking
This pain is breathtaking
I'm breaking
     I'm breaking
          I'm breaking
It's just so hard faking
I'm breaking
     I'm breaking
          I'm breaking
My heart is still aching
I'm waking
     I'm making
          I'm breaking
why can't everyone just leave me alone
55 · 2d
society
Bree17 2d
silenced, unheard
bite your tongue till you feel it bleed
you mustn't be heard, only seen
never truly believed
nor will your screams be freed
for that's what it means
to be one of a society
sometimes i hate being a women
but not because i don't want to be one
but because i'm scared
and i hate feeling scared
50 · Oct 10
Untitled
Bree17 Oct 10
I see that you’re struggling inside
That you’ve been swept under the tide
But don’t you dare look down
Or you might just drown
Knowing you never tried
try hope life ihatelife :)
50 · 2d
p.s. 7.0
Bree17 2d
i generally didn't know it was possible to feel this much pain












i guess you truly were my first of everything
you showed me life
then you killed it
49 · 7d
which is it?
Bree17 7d
"I want to give up"
all I can think now is
to just let go
oh it sounds so nice
but
I know that I cannot stop
"keep going"
is what I told myself
"I must keep going"
I changed
sometime along the way
my mind shifted,
stopped
I
saw the world as it truly was
to learn how to manage, I
wanted to live
now read it backwards
48 · 2d
p.s. 6.0
Bree17 2d
remember when you loved me?











i do











i'm scared it was all in my imagination












how do i know i ever knew you if all i have are pictures














it feels like a fever dream



















i wish i never woke up
i think i'm going insane
47 · Dec 5
i wish
Bree17 Dec 5
maybe if i don't sleep









I wont have to wake









and then maybe just maybe









i'll be happy
46 · 2d
p.s. 1.0
Bree17 2d
i don't think ill ever love someone
as much as i loved you











and i don't know if i want to
the worst part about losing someone is that times just keeps going
it leaves people behind
and everyone else moves on so quickly, leaving me confused and behind
feeling like I have to "get over it"
like i get a few months to be sad then i need to be fine again
but im not
46 · Dec 9
Alone at last
Bree17 Dec 9
Whole day spent watching
Watching myself, careful
Can't relax, always checking
Just enough, never too much

Blending in, hiding
Nowhere to hide, to be myself
Waiting for night, staying up late
Finally free, alone at last
found in a old journal
45 · 4d
nameless
Bree17 4d
there's some things that I do
without even realizing
that I probably
shouldn't

like the way I unload the dishwasher
seconds after its done
the ceramics searing my skin ever so slightly
just enough to make my comfortable
uncomfortable

or how I light a match
and calmly watch it's slow descend
allowing it to lick my fingertips for a moment
just to feel the slight
burn

and when I turn the shower water
a little too warm
just enough to feel my body protest
pleading for me to move away
staying still just long enough
for the pain to numb again

or when my stomach begs for food
a piercing pain prompting me to eat
as I ignore it for hours,
days
just enough for my hands to shake
and the world to blur

the way when something hurts me
I let it hurt, silently observing
as if watching to see how much pain I can take
before I ultimately break
wondering if I've
already
broke
been in the drafts for a while

couldn't think of a name so if anyone has any recommendations that'd be great <33
45 · Dec 13
i think... 1.0
Bree17 Dec 13
i think
i may be alone
forever
and i dont
know how to feel
about it
Bree17 6d
Brain matter oozing sideways
Adults are oh so dumb
The masked man is on the loose
You need more than just a gun
Shes running for her life
The woods so very dark
Grandmother’s seen as insane
Michael Myers has left his mark
currently watching Halloween and hiding behind my phone
43 · Nov 12
This Side Of My Skin
Bree17 Nov 12
Sometimes I forget what I look like,
My face, my eyes, my nose.
I forget that I have a body,
Hidden beneath my baggy clothes.
I exist so peacefully,
When I don’t think about myself.
So I shun my own reflection,
And hang it high up on my shelf.

So don’t you tell me that I’m pretty.
Don’t look me in the eyes.
Nor glance at me too closely,
Or you’ll see past my disguise.
I’d exist ever so peacefully,
If I didn’t have a face.
Wish I could have my mind without this body,
It’s a massive waste of space.
Based it off the prompt: "Write a poem titled 'This side of my skin'"
What do you think?
41 · 2d
p.s. 8.0
Bree17 2d
i think i might just stop caring












it doesn't help anyways
oh but how could i stop loving you
you were everything
Next page