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dominick Jul 2012
Roses are red like the blood i bleed.
                                                Knifes are shape like the words that come from your mounth.
                                              Scares are forever unlike friends.
                                                 Lies stay people come and go.
                                                       ~dominick j kyle
Hestia Aug 2018
Look at her.
Drinking all day going out all night, no real friends, just people going out and drinkink the same poisoning drinks.
She tells everybody she is fine, she is working all days and she is doing all the exams.
She is lying to her self.
Her pay goes direct to her mounth and to her liver.
Look at her she “works” at the daddy’s agency doing nothing for all the time, heating the dark leathered chair of the office.
She has no womenly curves she has yet that teeny look.
She eats nothing but she drinks. Yeah she drink a lot like if it was
possible that drinking can substain you.
Look at them, not saying anything to her not helping her, never, even
now.
Her mother and her dad are nothing they don’t do nothing.
How it can be?
She is the daddy’s girl drinking with the dad, who always pays for everything
rxsemary May 2014
They won't care
until you're hanging from the robe you knotted yourself
they won't care
until you're choking on the handful pills you swallowed
they won't care
until you've put the gun in your mounth and pulled the trigger
they won't care
until you've cut so deep the blood is pouring from your writst
they won't care
until they have to clean up the mess you left behind

nobody cares
until you take your last breath
nobody cares
until you're six feet under
tompoet rwanda Jul 2019
maybe i am doing this wrong
but you have to love me back.

I met you on sunday
on my way to church
I was happy and fine
and when i saw you
my mounth paused
my recent thoughts closed
my mind dissapeared
until  the time you faded.

I held in church
and when the choir started singing
I started thinking
about you
how your beautiful eyes looked me
how your natural black skin made my eyes stuck
how your smile destroyed my mind in seconds
and how i will see u again.

maybe i am doing this wrong
but you have to love me back.

I spent my whole day thinking about you
in my dreams and slumber it was you
more than thirty nights thinking about you
those chats and phone calls in bed
and outside the bed with you
no seen
no late replies
because i needed you
don't tell me that u didn't value that.

maybe i am doing this wrong
but you have to love me back.

all those days i cared about you
those birthday parties i made for you
the smiles and dimples,
I made them grow on your face
the gifts and poems
I made you swing and dance.

don't tell me that you didn't value that.

maybe i am doing this wrong
but you have to love me back

you committed three crimes
One,
you hacked the password to login to the acount of my love
Two,
you stole my whole love
Three
you immersed deeper in my mind.

you made me feel you on every single breath i make
in the morning.

maybe i am doing this wrong
but you have to love me back

I don't care if you love me
I don't care if you understand me
I don't care if you lie to me
or if you wanna go away from me
I don't care what you think
what I know is that
you are the reason that makes me
feel that i am still alive.

maybe I am doing this wrong
but you have to love me back

love me back
love me back
love me back
love me back
love me back

because if you don't...
shshhhhh
[Suffocating]
Marissa Jun 2018
Oh no it’s happening you like boys and girls
God needs to heal you
God created woman to like men and men to like woman
How dare you be half gay that’s insane
You must be the normal straight kid
The mentally stable kid
The smart kid
A good catholic kid
A girly girl unlike your transgender sister
You must be perfect
But I’m not a doll
A toy to play with
I’m a perso to
And during pride mounth I’ll rise my flag

— The End —