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51 · Jan 28
Childhood dies
Bree17 Jan 28
We were fairies
Flying far away
Pixy dust covered us
As glitter would rain
The days we spent pretending
All our problems away
Secrete sleepovers where we giggled and hid
Back when I was truly just an innocent kid
Oh I don't want to forget
When I hung our drawing
Littering my walls
Oh, I remember those days like I live in them now
I wish to go back, I just don’t know how.

How many times can I scream before I drown
Has life always been a spiral headed down?

Should I give up if there’s no end in sight
Or just keep on going, trying in spite
I'm alone

Over the years my walls have all changed
My door closed permanently
In hopes to shut out my pain
When did life shift, how can I go back?
Now I’m sinking, I’m fading away
Why should I keep trying if it all ends the same,
Is it I who is truly the one to be blamed.
I don’t want to be here,
Why can’t I just disappear?
I wish to go back, but I don’t know how.

How many times can I scream before I drown
Why won’t my life stop spiraling down

Should I give up if there’s no end in sight
Or just keep on going, trying in spite
I’m alone

Why hold on,
Why not let go?
How many times more will I breathe till I die
If it’s gonna end, why do I still try
And what if I give it all up tonight
Just lay there, content, as my tears start to dry
Surrounded by the walls of my childhood mind
Where we used to dress up as undercover spies
Maybe, just maybe, I’ll give it a try

Should I give up if there’s no end in sight
Or just keep on going, trying in spite
I’m alone
failed attempt at writing a song lol found it in an old notebook, any recommendations?
50 · Apr 4
the elf on the shelf
Bree17 Apr 4
I realized today
that the world never stopped moving
and now understand I truly am living
and I have been growing old
while pretending I don't even
exist.

today my father walked on over
calm as can be
while I busied up with the dishes
distracted by my thoughts

I didn't notice at first
what he was here for or what he was doing

so I felt cheated when I watched as he
pick up the elf on the shelf,
without me being granted time
to mentally prepare

he grabbed it by it's little arm,
his fingers touching it's magical flesh  
ever so casually, ever so calm.
as he rendered it's magic nonexistent.


I was always taught not to meddle
that it was almost a sin
to fiddle with an elf
and to ruin it's purity and ability


and obviously I knew the truth,
I open my mind years back.
I've known since the fifth grade,
when the kids there called me names
for believing in magic.

For being  
so
s t u p i d.

that's when I learned that age ruins all things good
and that imagination made you foolish.

but still,
****.
I guess my childhood really is dead now
and he knows it too.
I wrote it over Christmas but never posted it
50 · Dec 2024
tinted lens
Bree17 Dec 2024
I've been through worse
so much worse
and I survived
so I know I can now too

I can make it

but here's the thing,
its not one problem
or some huge thing
weighing me down

its the little things
the way I'm always alone
every time I see them happier without me
the way I don't sleep anymore
every mistake I make
the way I've given up on being clean
every person who leaves, one by one
the way I've lost all energy
every night I barely pull through
all of it

its wearing me down
little by little
it's drowning me

a small stream
slowly corroding my mind, body and soul
till I'm destroyed
a shell of who I once was
so utterly useless
that there's no point anymore

it's not that I cant survive
it's that I don't want to anymore
I really don't think anyone would notice or care
I'm literally so done
I don't even think this counts as a poem, I just literally have nowhere else to put this.
49 · Jan 10
friends?
Bree17 Jan 10
i watched the girl to my right
witnessed her crack and break
i looked on from an outside view
as she desperately tried to fake

every day's the same now
as we sit together silently
vacant whisperings of her future
murmurs oh so violently

she watched them talk without her
and i watched her talk to space
while her "friends" just looked away
i've never seen her so out of place

i think she's given up now
no more laughing at their jokes
swallowing down her loneliness
until silently she chokes
to the ******* my right
you aren't alone <333
49 · Mar 21
Shame
Bree17 Mar 21
I

                  Am
          
                                          Mean

That's what I tell myself when something goes wrong.

It's the gum under my shoe that sticks to my brain, clogging my throat so I can't choke it o u t .

I am mean,
but what does mean actually m e a n ?

I guess I was never really taught, so now it's defined by my flaws.
And now my flaws define me.

I am my mental health.

I am my trauma.

I.                                     Am.                                Mean.


My actions morph into my mind,
These thoughts that are no longer mine.

I am the problem.

                                                            I.


                                                          Am.
    


                                                         Mean.
48 · Jan 9
Music
Bree17 Jan 9
A word, or a phrase
A song, or a tune
It’s an expression of the heart
Always ending too soon
Filling my head, as my world falls apart
While my hands move across the keys
And my pic strums against the strings
My bow playing from my soul
Giving me beautifully torn wings
My musical escape
From the world in which we roam
So I lose myself in music
As it slowly takes me home
a poem i made awhile ago for a school assignment
47 · Dec 2024
and still, no one noticed
Bree17 Dec 2024
I sat in first period that day
bathing in invisible pain
slowly rotting away
as the teacher chose a topic to explain

I sat alone that day
writing in black ink, hands shaking
but my eyes wouldn't betray
the agony of my heart breaking

I sat in advisory that day
writing a note, a letter
listing my reasons to stay
wishing they were better

I sat at lunch that day
spent the entire time writing
this was it, the only way
that night I went home to fighting

I sat on the bus that day
dreading the moment I'm on my own
I got off, stepping out of the way
and alone I walked home

I sat in my room that day
listening to music, hiding
trying desperately to keep my thoughts at bay
while unconsciously deciding

I sat in the bathroom that day
on it's unforgiving floor, door locked
while the note sat on display
but this time, no one knocked

I died a little that day
while I poured them out, hands still
as fear drifted out of the way
while I looked down at the innocent Advil

I survived somehow that day
my phone buzzed, alive
pausing me halfway
resurfacing my dive

I sat in bed that night
subdued but empty
bleeding out my little light
and no longer was I me

I went to school the next day
sat down in my cold seat
knowing it was solely a delay
of when my time here is complete
46 · Feb 28
Muffled screams
Bree17 Feb 28
Music brings this chilling feeling.
I talk alone to my white ceiling.
Their invasion feels like silent stealing.
I crack and break as my walls keep peeling.
Is this sensation truly healing?
Gogyohka
46 · Dec 2024
Reality
Bree17 Dec 2024
Stop trying to delay the inevitable, dear
it's called that for a reason.
if this is what reality feels like
i don't want to be real
45 · Feb 15
please dont judge
Bree17 Feb 15
there's something wrong with me
and i really hate it
so much

there has to be something
******* up in my brain
making me think this way
act this way
be this way
and it

d i s g u s t s

me

thoughts racing through my mind
disgusting
degrading
filthy
thoughts

telling me what to do
showing me
  h o w  
to do it

and
i
hate
it
so
much
wrote it awhile ago but was too scared to post it
im in the works of being diagnosed with ocd
45 · Feb 15
"calming room"
Bree17 Feb 15
paper spoons
and rubber seats
to **** oneself
would be a feat
                   five pants
                   five shirts
                   a need for pain
                   no dull edge hurts
                                       one cut to two
                                       can't reach my veins
                                       my hands are cuffed
                                       with rubber chains
                                                         should have died
                                                         alone instead
                                                         this hell is worse
                                                         than my noisy head
they put me in the "calming room" as if that would make me calm
45 · Apr 6
rest and reset
Bree17 Apr 6
Dried brown grasses creep around - empty breezes blow
Rest now, for your time has come - as life will persist
A silence has fallen now - the slate has reset
All must die to be reborn - as is nature’s course
imayo
44 · Feb 15
im done hiding
Bree17 Feb 15
I want to bleed
I'm so done hiding
**** that noble deed
They're not worth fighting

Let them see my ****** hands
***** this ****** up system,
Where no one understands
I've reached rock bottom

My raw wrist burns
No longer hid
One small cut turns
To a goodbye unbid

I want to bleed
Just let me go
I'd be so much happier
To go alone

Let them see
my ****** hands
Let them know
my ****** plans
44 · Oct 2024
Sleep
Bree17 Oct 2024
To sleep is to relax
To let your body stop
To sleep is to leave yourself unprotected
And let your walls all drop

To sleep is to accept the end of today
And allow it to be morning
To sleep is to stop the day
Then wake without a warning

To sleep is to let time pass by
Without any hope of keeping track
To sleep is to give up control
An ability in which I lack
insomnia anxiety sleep
43 · Dec 2024
Untitled
Bree17 Dec 2024
am I invisible?
am I vermin?
am I that gross?
am I truly such a burden?

I'm trying my hardest
to disappear, within my mind
because I know none of you
really want me here
I know it's true

can you see me?
do you hate me now?
are you disgusted by me?
does my presence now feel wrong?

I've stopped talking, afraid
I hold my tongue, I fade away
I don't belong, you know it too
you don't want me here
I know it's true

why do you ignore me?
how are you just done?
what did I do wrong?
why do you hate me now?
43 · Oct 2024
Read me
Bree17 Oct 2024
Well hello
It’s nice to meet
Yes, you right there
Please take a seat

Now, I’ve heard things
And I don’t like what I hear
We have a few things to go over
So let me make myself clear

I know it’s hard
Believe me, I do
But I need you to listen
To just hear me through

So why don’t we start
With the scariest part
Because I hear those questions
That lie deep in your heart

Word is you’re done
That you’re letting go
You think no one loves you
It’s not true though

You are needed and loved
More than you can see
More than you’ll ever know
Even if you don’t agree

I see that you question
How much you are worth
But I need you to know
You’re more precious than Earth

Alright dear
Let’s skip the chit-chat
You do have a future
And I need you to know that

Be kind to yourself
Be your own lover
Live life to the fullest
There’s so much left to discover

Now I know that you’re trying
And that your fears are so loud
So, if no one’s told you today
Please know that I’m proud

I understand that you feel
Like you aren’t enough
But believe me you are
Hey, don’t you huff

Wait, don’t leave
We’re almost done
But listen close
This is an important one

I’ve seen what you think
And I know what you say
But there will be someone
Who loves you till the end of days

Now keep your head up
I’m cheering you on
And go live life for you
Go be that black swan

Know I’ll always be here
If you need a friend
But darling I’ll pray
We never have to speak again
life hope tryingagain love be-you
40 · Dec 2024
dang
Bree17 Dec 2024
.          *******               *******         *******                  *******
           I was just            I just saw          I just heard            I was just
           ripped               your                                your                     torn
           back                 eyes                                    laugh                  ba­ck  
           into                 in                                                  in           ­      into
           my                my                                             ­      my               my
           past            reflection                                void mind            past


                                          ­            *******
                                                      that hurt
interesting
37 · Feb 15
the night of lasts
Bree17 Feb 15
ive had enough
i lost my treasure
my shoulders crack
under boundless pressure

i lasted much longer
than i had expected
so there you go, world
take my life, defected

ive had enough
im far too tired
tonight's the end
of this endless pressure

one last scream
before i drown
i hope to god i might be
found, before its too late



one last breath
before air runs out
i wont hold it in,
instead I'll shout



one way or another
im finally
done
I wrote this right before my world cracked
31 · Dec 2024
my ragged war cry
Bree17 Dec 2024
what is the point in being alive
if all I want is to die?
is happiness just a lie?
why can't children ask why?
is my purpose here to die,
and if so, why should I try?
and if all I want to do is lie
under the stars here tonight
and watch my life pass by
as my tears begin to dry.
Then could I just
bide the world
one final
goodbye.
is it a tragedy if no one will care?
did it truly happen if no one was there?
you'll never learn to fly if you never learn to dare
just don't be blinded by the glare
29 · Dec 2024
will things ever change?
Bree17 Dec 2024
It's always the same thing:

“Hold on”

To what?

“Distract yourself”

For how long?

“Keep going”

But why?

“It’ll get better”

When?

“People love you”

Yeah, but who exactly?

“You’re not alone”

Yes I am. Yes I freaking am. You don’t understand. I am alone, that’s the problem. Because when I go home and sit down in my room, I have nothing. Yes, we say "hi" when we see each other in the halls, but where are you when my phone goes silent? Where are any of you when I’m begging and pleading for help. Where were you? Not there. No, I had to help myself. Pull myself out of the dark hole I’ve been living in for years. I have to save myself time after time. By myself. Alone.

And maybe I’ve started pushing people away, but don’t you dare put this on me. Maybe I pulled away from everyone, but lets be honest, were you ever really there?

No, you weren't

I only pulled away after realizing I was already on my own, that I was just lying to myself. And honestly I'd rather be by myself, by myself, than surrounded by people who aren't even there.
is it self destruction if it was already broken?
all I did was be truthful

— The End —