Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Dr Strange Jan 2015
If you were to perish
I don't know what I'd do with my life
I would just crumble
Disappearing from all forms of light

If you were to perish
I wouldn't cry nor would I even be sad
I would just stare off into the Darking abyss
Lost within the endless loop of sadness

If you were to perish
What would happen to me
Would my soul rot as the depression finally take over,
Or would death's sword finally pierce through my wounded heart

If you were to perish
Would I perish as well
Would I finally drop my sword
Losing all functions in my body

If you were to perish
What would I feel
Where would I go
What would I do

If you were to perish
What would fill the gapping hole in my chest you'd leave behind
Would the little hope I have left finally vanish from my broken heart
Momma...

Mother
Please come back home alive
Don't leave me here alone
Please momma just come home alive
For my mother who is currently in the hospital because she had a stroke and a heart attack.
Ash Saveman Feb 2016
OD
What it feels like to od

Your mind is screaming, fingers fumbling
You poor down the pills
Throat burning, but all you can think about is pooring down more

***** covers your body
Everything shaking, spinning, darking

You lose focus on everything but the white, red, and blue pills
almost patriotic

The ***** dosen't stop
you try to keep it down, but it burns it way up and out
Soon whole pills come up
this just makes you more determined to swallow more

You just want it to end, no  matter the pain
Hearing gunshots out your window, wishing it was you

Layng there, weak, covered in your own *****
then suddenly dog barking EMTs running through the house shining a Flash light in your face,
Screaming "what did you take!"
blank stare, mind too foggy
again "what did you take!"

mind reeling, stomach lurching, vomiting
screaming again
"Into the bag. ***** into to the bag, we need to analize it"

****** into and amulance
you're too young, you're too young, you're too...
**black out
Kelly Burns Jan 2019
Falling deep into the emptiness of space

Worthlessness
loneliness miss guided and missed placed

A sinking feeling a cold shiver
A life time of tears float within one river

Darkness and sorrow a feeling so hollow

The bitter sweetness of life but no dreams  to follow

Lives ruined hearts crushed

A whirl pool of pain continued to be flushed

A broken soul that tries to mend

A shattered heart that fears the end

A battered body a soulless  smile

A mountain filled with sadness
That  stretches over a mile

My heart that once loved
Has been corrupted by hate

My  world has been left in a darkened state

A brewing storm that's  on the rise
To cover up my guilt to hide all my lies

The mist setting in my shield of cover

The thickening of the air as I continue to smother

Stuck  on  an endless cycle that continues to go round

******* with my demons
I'm emotionly bound

This viscous cycle of self destruction

A broken spirit that can no longer function

A tainted young soul that can no longer cope

A mind so brittle Its lost all hope

Standing on the edge ready to let go

The pain this girl felt no one should ever know
ConnectHook Feb 2020
It's OK to be WOKE.
It's not right to be WRONG.
Appropriate intersectionality!
Occupy cis-gender privilege!
Believe unbelievers!
Wake the wokeness in women!
Hands OFF my body politic!
Celebrate maximized Matriarchy
by radicalizing pronoun polarization.
Revoke Whiteness by darking the brightness.
Empower the margins for doodling
instead of scribbling.
It's about disembarking
from Patriarchy's leaking ark
It's about politicizing polyandry
It's about re-peeling the orange
to freeze the debt ceiling
NO MORE free Cheetos: Truck Fump !
NO MORE empty sloganeering
NO MORE mindless cheering
Create your own unreality NOW !
Islam is right about women.
Clarion VS. Carrion
Noor Fatima Apr 2020
Miserable I am, stucked.
My mind's wynds, entwined.
Inside burning, being indecisive.
Attempted to decipher, all in vain.
A maze unsolved; the unsaid pain
Perplexed **** thoughts' umbra
Darking in pursuit of seeking.
The more they amalgamate;
the more I Separate
Wretched. Same do all bear?
Distracted by despair;
I ended up nowhere.

— The End —