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Lucía Aug 2020
in the darkest of my nights,
in the worst of my days,
the only thing that i could control
were the calories i ate
and the numers on the scale
Lucía May 2019
will words
set me
f        e
   r          e
or be the
death
of me?
Lucía May 2019
All I remember from my childhood
are screams
and shouts
and endless arguments
and me panicking
and crying
and begging for happiness
and begging for silence.
Lucía May 2019
suicide is not an option
suicide is not an option
suicide is not an option
suicide is not an option
suicide is not an option
suicide is not an option
suicide is not an option
Lucía May 2019
you talk about her
as if I wasn't here
as if all you say
didn't affect me

I have feelings
-just like you-
and you hurt me
-just like I do-

you've been through some ****
but don't forget that I have, too.
you're not the only one
who's still grieving;
you're not the only one
who's not over her lraving.
Lucía Apr 2019
i don't feel anything
at all
sometimes i wonder
if i'm still alive
after all

my life is passing
and i'm just watching
like it's the worst TV show
that you've ever known.
not the best thing I've written but I really needed to get this feeling off my chest. Hope you like it. :)
Lucía Apr 2019
how awful it is to say:
some days
i wish
you were
d e a d

- shut the **** up
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