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Brenda Mukisa Jun 2017
When I met you, I didn't care.
I just wanted to pass an exam.
I just wanted to be somewhere else.
Its easier to believe you are running when you aren't looking.
I just wanted to survive.

Looking at you every day changed my life.
I just kept looking at you and falling for you.
I remember fighting the thought every time.
Then someone lied that admitting it would take the feeling away.
But each day I loved you..... so much it started to hurt.

When they say people do crazy things for love,
Somehow they forget the madness in between.
The great fear that you may actually go mad.
The endless sleepless nights and anxiety expecting to see a sign.
Love maybe a good thing, but it does things to you.
It changes you in ways and you never recover.

Endless days of pure humiliation and self loss.
Finally I do not love you.
I do not look out of car windows expecting you to drive by.
I do not find reasons to visit or text you.
I look at new boys and wish they were as cool as you.
I do not search for signs or find reasons.
I stand next to you, look at you, and I don't love you.
But you do not love me still.

Now I know and accept,  that you never loved me.
I accept,"The boy doesn't love me".
Hannah Chin Oct 2018
deephate
lossand anguish
it all mixesinto onelargemess
somewords dont eventouch thisfeeling
myeyes areallout of tears and hanghalfclosed
or is it halfopen to you whofeel
myheart—does itevenbeat
hard totell
youcant know
whati befeeling
howcan you foolsunderstand
youwant tohelp then LEAVEMEALONE
theresnothing youcando
tosave mefromthis
pit
of
des-
pair
ilike theblack
ofthis smallroom
iusedto likepink
iwanted
tobe
apretty princess
andlive inacastle witha
kingso kind
butdreams dont
cometrue
learnthisnow
youfools
dreams
are
like
pa-
per
burni­ngin
theFLAMES
OFHELL
just
like
me
.
.
.
.
do
not
give up
myChild
I still loveyou
myChild
youvegone farther
than
rockbottom
butlisten
to
Me
listen
listenlisten
toMe
.
.
.
.
I
THOUGHT
I GOTRIDOF
YOU
HOWDARE YOU
COMEINTO
THIS
SOULOFMINE
LEAVEHER
ALONE
you are
so
alone
myfriend
cantyousee
noonecares about
you
theylie
when theysay
dothose fools
listentomee
tome
listen
to
me
.
.
.
.
thischaos
inside
ican­notcontrol
itatall
iwantto
SCREAMAND
SHOUTbut
icant
i wantto
crybut icant
letgo
of
me
setme
FREE
p
l
e
a
s
e
.
.
.
.
up
uplook
upMy
C­hild
iamnot faraway
letyourheart
beat
beat
beat
again
takemy hand
myChild
iwill
neverleave
younor forsake
you myChild
istill
love
you
.
.
.
.
is
that
alight
itsbeenso
dark for solong
imnot evensure what
lightlooks like
do i dareto hope
dare tolook
up
up
up
.
.
.
.
YOU
FOOL
thereis nolight
light doesnot exist
ithought youwould have
LEARNEDTHIS BY NOW
theonly waytogo is
down
down
down
.
.
.
.
here
iam
myChild
here i am
take my
hand
please dontlook
down
dontlook
down
i
still
loveyou
myChild
ido
i
do
.
.
­.
.
i
cant
lookdown
doi darelook up
amieven worthit
thelight
is
faint
butican
see
it
clear
as day
.
.
.
.
NO
YOUFOOL
you arenot worthy
you cannot hope
donteven try
hope
is
frail
youcant
trust
hope
.
.
.
.
i
surprise
myself
is­till
look up
ithink maybe
there is a littlehope
maybethere
is a little
hope
.
.
.
.
yes
myChild
there is hope
still look up and see
the light gets
bigger
warmer
see me here
I still love
you
myChild
I still love you
.
.
.
.
NO YOU FOOL
no you fool
no
you
fool
.
.
.
.
the
light
is warm
the light is
bright
i
like
the light
i like
the
light
.
.
.
.
no
dont leaveme
here alone
listen to me
one last
time
.
.
.
.
LEAVE
MYCHILD ALONE
myChild
you are
safe
here in
the
light
you are safe
here in the light
i still love you.
I originally wanted to write something about suicide but this came out in the end. This is about a battle that most people can't see. But it is a battle that goes on within all of us.
soul Dec 2018
Let me tell you the story of a mirror and the shadow, at night they were discussing about their owner and the mirror said I always shows the truth but my owner doesn't like it! shadow questioned why?? mirror replied HE DOESNOT WANT ME TO SHOW THE DEAD HIM shadow said I always accompany him but he chases me away mirror asked why ?? BECAUSE I AM THE CONSTANT REMINDER OF THE NIGHT WHEN IT FALL IT TOOKS AWAY THE ONLY FELLOW THAT IS 'ME'
Moral of the story- shadow and mirror are always with u with it lies within how u see them
Riding ever inside a pencil
Never say I too tired to go on.
Just go ahead-
Never cease to thrill your inner ability.
Exalt yourself for one more day;
One never knows when the world might end
Just go ahead-
One lives because one doesnot remain inert!
Even your pain will come in handy someday,
So love your sweet agony
And hold your memories as honey.
And remember -all your life you have been doing so.
Par khadka Apr 2020
Just a bug here i am
Wishing to fly with no wings
Stuck in these four walls cocoon
Waiting for the change future brings
Dreaming of the places I will reach
With those new shiny spotted wings

Alas!Am I waiting too long or I am just dreamer dud
Am I just a bug boiled in cocoon never to fly
Just a silk showpiece somewhere in someone's cupboard
At the corner where it doesnot even matches the colour codes
Ignored, dusty, never to be reached, never to be felt

I am just a bug wishing to fly
With no wings dreaming of sky
Hira malik Feb 2019
this world is at its best show..faces of varied appear in fraction of seconds when i walk, and in my dreams they haunt me..people , likewise this time are on their moves, at their best, not an err not a sin, not a punishment,its just that they are people...of different colors and language and thoughts and ambitions...

y the color of land is getting dark with sunset..i watch it every evening from my window, it never speaks..it never complains...but y today i feel the essence of pain flowing from West and my heart sinking down,....silence is a pin, an unbearable pain, that resides in me, like dead quieteness after horrible storm in lonely vast desert..my heart has gone dusty like that brown desert where warm winds play their games on and off and with each breaking of dawn it prepares itself for another tiring day.....


and and and and and and and and
I tryyyy
but but but but but but but but but
i am tryinggg
scratching it, rubbing it
its red v v v v red
wash it
or
throw it away
trembling, trembling, tremb... shhhh
they will lissen,world is ending
and...
.....
......
i need sleep, long sleep....


somewhere in my halts, my silence speaks..but no one here is to lissen,,may b if they wud, no one is here to understand.,.there is long silence,, awkward silence..like a prostitutes keeps to her while dancing, an enigmatic silence, like a pain she keeps while laughing, a strange laugh, a weird smile....like a blindness in her gaze, a strange , deep gaze....


i soak myself in their colors,
and i forget me, in this play
they favor me of reminding all this
and with wide artificial smile, i negate.
my existance as if has gone burdened
on me as if, i am loading weight in tons
yet moving at ease, fleeing!!



some words are never meant to have any meanings..infact my any word doesnot keep any meaning..its all in space, its all alien..i myself is unaware...i myself wonder...

do i need to mention my identity?

— The End —