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Negra Jan 2016
You scare me.
You say you're not sad.
But your silent stares
Scream with emptiness.
It makes me so heavy.
If I could pour something into your soul
I would.
But the wires in your brain have shut your body.
Im open and you're closed.
I'm sorry.
To me you are everything.
You can fill a space with love
But I can't wait till you can fill yourself with love.
Dani Dec 4
Take me down to the river to scream
Where the fish are alive in the stream
Where the heart can loudly beat
There we are safe to take a seat
Resting our feet from the fire
We can clearly see our true desire
Let our screams cover it all in black
Do not hold anything back
We used to have silly little fears
But now we face true worldly scares
In a river with only so much water
Let us fill it with the fears we slaughter
In a storm or current that sweep us up
Screaming on to fill and fill, now keep it up
Let it out and release your cares
Let it out so we forget our fears
Move on and enjoy the sweet rush of water
As if nature our mother and we her daughter
My best friend and I used to visit the river bed often.. To find peace, or enjoy nature, so scream when we had to. It would erase everything when we needed it to.
Robin Lemmen Jul 12
When you smile I come undone
The threads of these carefully
Picked out lies start falling apart
And it scares me to give in
When for so long these wounds
Have kept me occupied
So I did not have to worry
About living life
Too constrained with keeping them clean
Hung up on survival
My rearview mirror guiding
Broken bones busy mending
Energy spent
Tired eyes shut
Life, passing by
Vera Jul 21
Clothes have outgrown me many times over,
but this sadness never does.
One size.
fits all.
There should have been an obituary for cancer,  not you.
Wishing these slits within my skin could have been
replaced by a reality check from you, “You chose to exist.”

My name causes a sigh to escape from lips,
that do not feel like they belong to me,
the girl,
whose words always had to be special.

The schematics of hospitals like a birthmark in my brain,
born into sadness, a gut feeling as a child.
Never trusting time
due to what it delivers.

Death, being the only thing I desired.
But you, 
who I love,
robbed by it.
Whose ebb for life glowed so feverishly.
Stopped comparing depression to lace,
restricted the belief that suicide is poetic,
seeing things as they were.
More often than not, applauded for feeling emotions deeply.
Every second that dies, the shift of my heart quakes.

This world is not tender.

II. Sad.
I have known the flowers I wanted at my own premature funeral,
knowing how many bouquets honored you that day.

split open my veins like a dimension
reminiscent of days where I anticipated deathbeds.

My family wondered,
can we make it through another day?
Death scares me for what it has taken,
yet, I’m not afraid to die-
it’s all I deserve.
So I await the day pain erupts
from my throat,
acknowledging the days a soul
lived inside of my body-
footprints that walked,
belonging to me.

But I learned so well.
How to suffer with a smile,
dreading the beating of my heart
how unfair—
I don’t want to take these deep breaths
You deserved,while I masquerade as a member of the undead
Never outgrowing the desire to rot with the phantoms residing under my bed.

III. Jokes played by the universe.
punchlines delivered,
how could anyone to stand to be in the same room as myself?
How could anyone look over skyscrapers and sunsets,
and not be infatuated with concrete consuming them?
How I shared a sigh of relief during the thought-
of knowing people would thrive without me,
or the power of a belly laugh,
resembling a laugh track audience
drowning out 3 AM suicidal thoughts.
I wrote this in pink gel pen, maybe, that’s another joke.
. you know what
  scares people?
i want to be "something"...
that scares people...
i need to feed on
the reversed adrenaline
puncture "wound"...
    i... need this
"aversion" of claustrophobic
tactic! i need,
fear...ich wollen schatten,
  ich wollen, nacht!
ich bin sein angst...
               alles in alles,
und alles,
    und alles ist nichts;
     nichts ist...
  und paniermehl ist... alles:
                    alles güt.

you know what
  scares people?

5 words:

i'll ******* **** you.

fear? like a diet:
people need it,
i  order to engage in
slimming "exercises"...

when people don't ingest
enough fear,
they become fat...
     and you know what
to the fat people
on treadmills?

they either slim...
or drop... dead.
          i'm just itching
for a ******* guillotine!
Tiffany Apr 2014
Sometimes I love you so much it scares me
And other times my hate for you knows no end
But when the day draws to a close
I know I can always call you friend

There are few people in this world
Who are blessed with such a gift
To know there’s just one person out there
Who honestly gives a ****

And for me that person is you
And I appreciate it more than you know
Because without you I’d be lost
And would never have the strength to go
These are the kind of thoughts that I feel like I need to swallow
because they're on a level of pathetic that I can't even admit to myself.
It's that level of pathetic that really makes a person *****.

The deep dark corners of a person.
It's the trigger of the first tear.
And it all boils down to you.

Your simple acknowledgment of self scares me.
Your self-awareness kills me because
it brings you closer to realizing
that you can do better than me.

*And then what do I do
with this epic love I feel for you?
Kara Jean Mar 2017
I ate it

You demonstrated the hate

The hate that infested your veins

Creating them

The monster with in

Something that scares the host

Intrigues most

The cruel world

We all


Invaded by the norm
She Writes Jul 11
I don’t know what scares me more
You wanting to know my secrets
Or my willingness to share them
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