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Victoria Oct 2017
You want to be done,
You see no light, not with the sun.
Your so done trying,
But when they ask how you’re doing, you start lying.

Depressions in your head,
You wish you were dead.
With these thoughts in your brain,
As if you’re going insane.

Slit your wrist,
Go to rest.
Rest in peace,
And now you're dead.
Victoria Nov 2017
Mentally selfish.
Emotionally broken.
Physically scared.
The devils token.

Slaughter of happiness.
****** of hearts.
Strictly demented.
Your torn apart.

Pain as satisfaction.
Madness is all’s strength.
A want to give up.
But you’ve left it to faith.
Victoria Dec 2017
I look at you,
And I miss the feelings.
The feeling I felt,
When you’d be near me.
The feeling I felt
When you’d say my name.
The feeling I felt
When you looked into my eyes.

Butterflies in my stomach,
A drummer pounding my heart.
It just doesn’t feel the same.

Cause when I see your smile,
I know its from him.
Victoria Oct 2017
Your eyes were like an ocean,
Beautiful but yet so cold.
They brought me happiness,
But made my pain feel bold.

Your touch was all I wanted,
It made me feel so safe
But yet its what broke me
And its stuck as a crave.

— The End —