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 Mar 2016 Alaska
Lost
Tears
 Mar 2016 Alaska
Lost
Here I sit,
crying.
Here I sit,
dying.
Falling apart,
quietly.
I'm not the only one.
But because fresh cuts don't don my skin,
I'm ignored.
As if my pain is any less,
at least she has someone.
Me?
I'm all
alone.
Sitting here surrounded by people,
I'm alone.
No one cares.
I'm not cared for.
I'm not okay.
But they ignore the tears,
drip
drip
dripping

down
my
cheeks.
Tiny splashes
unto
my keyboard.
Pain
so clear,
if
they
would
just
notice
acknowledge
care
hug
praise
adore
pay attention
love
support.


*If only they'd just,

NOTICE.
I wish I had the courage to take that blade to my skin again.
 Mar 2016 Alaska
Day
searching for a word to explain my mood right now; not antisocial, more of just *withdrawn
 Mar 2016 Alaska
m i a
[to: you.]
 Mar 2016 Alaska
m i a
hey love,
you're a hero you know,
always staying strong and low,
always caring for everyone, even those
girls who secretly talk about you under your nose,
always listening to complaints,
always being as sweet as church saints,
always being kind,
always listening to what's on someone's mind,
yet no one gives a **** about what's on yours,
people always claim that they care,
but when you need them the most,
it's funny how they dissappear like air.

i know you feel alone,
but don't worry,
i have an extra shoulder to loan,
i know you feel useless
but trust me,
you're not,
i see you,
now it's my cue
to be there for you.
dedicated to those who are taken for granted. this at first was written toward me, but i decided to do it towards everyone.
 Mar 2016 Alaska
hfallahpour
Woman
an anthropomorphic angel
with infinite passion
who can hardly be discerned,
you have yet to learn
to find out what her heart really yearns
Woman
an emblem of abnegation
who can hardly be discerned,
you have yet to learn
to discern her concern
Woman**
an anthropomorphic angel
with womanly intuition,
Who can hardly be discerned
whether she is ethereal or earthy?
 Mar 2016 Alaska
Ree Bunch
The person I was
didn't define
the person I became!
All glory is given to The Most High for that! His mercy and grace endureth forever!
 Mar 2016 Alaska
Olivia-Grace
Maybe I'm meant to be a wallflower,
Watching others grow.
Lurking in their shawdows,
Constantly keeping low.

Maybe I'm meant to be a wallflower,
Plucking my petals one by one.
Praying that maybe I'll be picked,
Cause I have never seen the sun.

Maybe I'm meant to be a wallflower,
It's my destiny to be alone,
I think that by now its obvious,
My future is set in stone.

Maybe I'm meant to be a wallflower,
The shyest of them all.
I know that I will never branch out,
I am meant to stay this small.

Wallflowers can be beautiful,
That I know is true.
And I don't mind being a wallflower,
Because I kind of like the veiw.
 Mar 2016 Alaska
Darcy
Smother
 Mar 2016 Alaska
Darcy
I suffocated myself with the words I didn't say.
 Mar 2016 Alaska
Ignatius Hosiana
I wish someone had
told me to stay away
from poetry
I wish I had
known it's an addiction
that won't let me rest
I wish someone had
showed me another way
to get burdens off my chest
besides dumping the shards
sealed in bags of vocabulary,
I wish I hadn't fallen
too deep in love
to find solace in words
for this sums up how much
my addiction rewards
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