"woth" poems
Looking in the mirror is like a death wish
A glimor of hope before the horrid thoughts cime floading in
Screaming at the top of their lungs.
And the tears rush to the surface as I pinch my skin
Grabbing it tight
Pulling at it with all my might
Wishing
Wanting for it all to dissapear just like myself
As i slowly turn and turn that small glimor of hope gone
Flushed away by the rotton words that captivate my body
Screamimg for me to
"STOP EATING"
I walk away woth a heavy heart sinking down to the lowest part of me
Hiding away frim anyone
Ignoring every word spoken to me.
My mind
My body
My whole being has been captured by those fithly words and throughts which are tormenting me and eating me alive
Without a word
Or
A thought i move on frim the plate of fruit and the bowl of chocolates
Swinging with a heart heavy,
Yet filled with nothing
I act like it has no effect on me
Like it doesnt hurt at all
Aug 15, 2018
Aug 15, 2018 at 3:01 AM UTC
the horrible thing about having a platonic love is that in the end, her gonna end like a idiot to you, or just one insensible ******* or another adjective that falls in the category of someone who hurts you so bad that you will wish that you wont become closer with anyone else, but hey, this is life and there are others things that are way horrible than that, a platonic love isnt that bad, the case is that you make the person more than your live will ever woth and you cant ignore that but you cant see that, at least so clear that you will recognize that as a mistake and you keep going on, thats why i just gonna end all here, not my love for you but my life, because my life without you isnt life at all
Oct 2, 2015
Oct 2, 2015 at 6:24 PM UTC
It can happen any place any time.
The feeling of you not being who you are or what you want.
The iron grip in your chest telling you that you are wrong.
The darkness in your heart telling you that this is not what you are.
Feeling that you are a girl when you are meant to be a guy.
Feeling like a guy when you are meant to be a girl.
Feeling like you will never get to the point of being who you want to be.
Feeling alone in the battle of this of identity and your soul.
Alone you feel and nothing can fix it.
But it will slowly go away in time.
Leaving you woth little confidence and power to make it through the day.
Mar 25, 2017
Mar 25, 2017 at 5:30 PM UTC
when you realise you're no longer a try hard. you don't try hard to impress anyone,
at work
school
your friends and family
or your potential date.
some guys think too high of themselves.
they think they're irreplaceable.
or that i can't forget him or he hurt me a lot.
he's really really wrong.
i let things flow. how they wanna go.
i realised i don't sing sad songs the same anymore. i don't try as hard. and i still manage to sound good imo. but i think all the experiences i've had made me learn a lot.
and i will continue to do so.
I DON'T ALLOW PEOPLE TO HURT ME. even with words. and actions.
it's been... 4years since my family issue. i'm learning better to cope woth it now. i've became so much better. time heals everything, huh?
Feb 21, 2018
Feb 21, 2018 at 12:23 PM UTC
Please stand by, we're having some technical difficulties
We are dealing with the static disturbance
The colourbars are staring right back at me
What a horrible turn of events
Maybe it's time to cut the act
Everything is ruined in moments
I always infect and ruin everything
No matter the type of event
What if I do them a final favour
And just **** myself?
Let me
Put them out of their misery
My problematic existence has always been a waste
I can never get anything right
This worthless circus monster should be rid of with haste
I can't even do that right
Let me
Put you out of your misery
And end it all
It shouldn't be hard to build you up
By having an eternal fall
I'm sorry, it's my fault
I should cut off my tongue
My skull should be bashed in
My neck should be rung
Let me
Put you out of your misery
Can't tell you I'm falling apart
I am worthless, my opinion doesn't matter
Just hurry up and put a knife through my heart
Thinking of all their time that's been wasted because of me
It's a shame their efforts are for naught
Considering that I'll never amount to anything good enough
I was woth it, back then I thought
Jan 10, 2019
Jan 10, 2019 at 6:35 PM UTC
Today, i thought nothing of it....
I did it again.
Falling in step woth the same cycle, over and over.
So when i showed a little too much skin,
Let a little too much be seen...
I wasnt surprised, but he saw.
And he looked up at me, with innocent brown eyes
And asked me what the marks on my waist were from.
He wanted to know if it was my dog,
His sometimes scratched him.
But, as he pointed out, his fluffy, loving black lab
Could never cut him that deep.
And he asked me why.
What i told him, was this:
I said
listen, sammy, listen to me. Im okay, okay?
He nodded, but the marks were too numerous
And even a five year old
Can sniff out a lie, just like their black lab.
Dec 21, 2013
Dec 21, 2013 at 10:10 PM UTC
Just days.
Sometimes simple, Sometimes complicated
They feed us or it´s time we need to forget.
But always teaching us something.
At the end, just merely moments of our existence.
Happening just one time in the same way.
Blinks in the universal tread.
We decide if it´s woth of remember or if is just dead time, time to forget.
With a song, a picture even a few letters, days that could mark our lives or just pass like a bitter pill.
At the end.
It´s just another day.
Tomorrow is another chance to star over...
Aug 20, 2014
Aug 20, 2014 at 2:45 AM UTC
There's a uncontrollable sadness in my heart
Its killing me to leave you behind
Feels like I'm doing this all wrong
But its for my future I need to stay strong
Loving you for all the right reasons
What we have between us is so scares
Not sure if I will ever find a happiness like ours again
Just hope this will be all woth it in the end
I don't mind putting my own happiness aside
Just hoping you'll find yours along the way
Me leaving you for the wrong reasons
should prove I'm not worth your time
Jan 20, 2011
Jan 20, 2011 at 7:18 PM UTC
An object can't hear
An object can't see
An object can't breathe
Like you
Or me
What's an object's motives
or deapth of reason to be?
What thoughtfulness, does an Object Have thoughts?
...who am I...
...why am I here...
...how and who should I outta be...
...can I be happy...
...am I sad...
We craft an object
We use an object
We define it's reason and meaning
Why it is and What it should function for
We specialize it's resourcefulness
And squiz out it's worth...until it's?
Useless?
Doesn't work?
Doesn't have the same woth
it used to have?
It's totally in our control
We define how long it should exist
Or how long it's in our presence
An Object we don't like anymore
Or have no care for we lose,...
Forget, dismental, discard, do things with it, without a shameful thouht
Well an Object has no feelings
It's just there
No emotion no motion no tensions
To care about
It doesn't speak
It is always the same
Does always the same it was made for
No smile no hurt
It's there because of you
You chose so
I't doesn't just apear out of nowhere
You baught it
Someone gave it to you
You saw it and wanted it to be yours
You can share an object
You can keep it for yourself
You can show it proudly or destainfuly
What ever you feel to do with it
You do
It won't mind
Well if I think about all this
I guess we can all agree
What an Object really is.
Sep 15, 2017
Sep 15, 2017 at 2:39 PM UTC
Hey Nel guess what?
You're a **** up.
No one gives a ****
You're not trustworthy don't you understand?
None of your friends or ex's give a **** about you're attempted intentions.
You're a regret
Especially a stupid mess
Not like anyone can be there
They switch it around to they're personal experiences
You ain't going to get that help
You're just going to be that ***** woth that bad mental health.
Oh boy look what Nelli55 wrote on hellpoetry
What a dramatic ***** that cant handle his **** and he's so dramatic socially.
Yo uh know what igore his writing
Ghost Nel because he's something no one would be by his side fighting
Guess who don't know how to answer?
You're something no one has the patience to deal with and a cause of lost manners.
Nel just go disappear again
Remember 2015 when you ghosted everyone?
Back then you were a man that knew how to ghost ****
Now look at you failing to handle it
You're not trustworthy
Have fun being failing and being that past tense story
Jan 13, 2020
Jan 13, 2020 at 12:02 AM UTC
It's a whimper
It's a pain
In my stomach
In my brain
It's a lung full of air
I don't want to breathe.
Watch, Watch. See what it does to me
It's a drumbeat (not my heart)
Tap-tap-tapped out on my thigh
Eyes glazed and staring
Fixed, unblinking, into space
Hands shaking unable to
Stay still
Teeth digging into chapped lips
Hoping to peel the skin
Nails leaving crescent marks on
Palms on
Arms on
Face on
Neck
Teeth grinding to
Cover the noise
The yelling
The crying cover your ears and it doesn't help
Brain overloaded woth
Facts and thoughts and
Memories: themoonshiningbrightasthesunhandsbleachedwhiteundertheglareasyoustruggletospeaktoformwordsorcoherentthoughtsuntilyoucan finally breathe again
Deep breaths calm down
Bucket-fulls of air burning your lungs
Eyes rolling in their sockets
Blinking away tears
The mind goes blank
Wake up wake up wakeupwakeupwakeup
Wake up to
Patterns decorating
Your naked body
Marked with old scars and
Fresh blood
And you are finally calm
Jan 20, 2016
Jan 20, 2016 at 4:18 PM UTC
You
arn't woth getting to know
Don't even think about people who
are beautiful
Everyone thinks you
are worthless
No one will say "you
are the love of my life"
"you
matter more to me"
No one can
love you
I
hate you
I can't
no matter how hard i try
take even one look at you
My heart skips a beat when i
laugh so hard
because you make me
feel ashamed
I hope you never
love again
I will never
forget you
I can't
May 18, 2014
May 18, 2014 at 7:34 PM UTC
I fell in love with a girl, the most precious creature god has ever created, the purest soul the wold has never seen, she was perfect but i wasn't. I had so much love to give because i was hating myself. She was like the food, depression like the dog and i was the one feeding it every single day, but this time the dog bit the hand of the feeder. I was so tired of dreaming with her, thinking of her or even ******* talking her, but not because she wasn´t woth it , just because I knew I wasn't. I was so in love with her but deepdown I knew that I can not be with her because i would be a load to her. People says living with depression is hard, but falling in love depressed is even worst
Aug 13, 2017
Aug 13, 2017 at 2:44 AM UTC
Everytime I
wanna write
you cross my mind
and I don't know why
because
all you did to me
was play me
ruin me
and **** with my mind
you are not woth
my mind
but
your horrible personality
is kind of inspiring
e.o.
Jun 22, 2015
Jun 22, 2015 at 4:23 PM UTC
you look at me
smiling happily
in that garden green
ivy and moss
small sweet faires
bluebells and daisys
i love your smile
its woth the while
Mar 19, 2025
Mar 19, 2025 at 11:13 PM UTC