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J Mcinelly Feb 2021
My days are filled with anxiety

The world ****** up with all these societies

Why can’t I just get help.  

Tears flowing down my face screaming SOS

But nobody can hear me, or don’t want to, I guess

The anxiety builds and builds with aggress

It’s time to just end it is what my mind says

I’m sorry to my family and friends  

I really can’t wait till all this pain ends
Spicy Digits Jan 2021
Be nice
Live politely
Be small.
Be small.
Be small.

Be sweet
Live righteously
Be small.
Be small.
Be small.

I'm here but am I?
I love all the street cats.
I'm here but you won't see
All the ancient souls in me.
I'm here but am I?
Instead I listened quietly.
I'm here but oft forgot,
Drain my empathy.
I am right here, I am.
With borrowed sorrow,
I am here, right here,
Listening.
Listening.
Listening.
Isabella Oct 2020
Sometimes I don’t care if you’re listening
But I at least want to be heard
Pyrrha Sep 2020
I'm not good with hello's or goodbyes
because when you are someone as invisible
as a whisper on the wind
as the atoms in our skin
or a melody trapped within
there's no one waiting to greet you
and no one there to leave you

I'm just a cellophane wrapped scream
waiting to be heard,
waiting to be seen
Broken Pieces Sep 2020
She is the sunflower in the field of grass,
She stands tall, full of all that sass.

She is the sunflower bright and tall,
She is a firm sunflower that won't fall.

She is the sunflower that will change the world,
She will scream and shout and she will be heard.

She is just a sunflower in a field of grass,
But she will take a stand and won't break like glass.
I heard people say love makes you, no good.
but never believed maybe I should.
Loving you was like filling a *** with a hole at its bottom.
I became the leaf and you become autumn.
But now the pain evaporated and my eyes are open.
confusion and all illusions are broken.
now I know how to walk the right direction.
for all my mistakes I have a way to correction.
Soon this struggle will give me wings to fly.
with a smile, all my tears will dry and from now on I will never cry.
LEGEND POETS Jul 2020
“Hope is the thing with feathers
That perches in the soul,
And sings the tune without the words,
And never stops at all,”

“And sweetest in the gale is heard;
And sore must be the storm
That could abash the little bird
That kept so many warm.

I 've heard it in the chillest land,
And on the strangest sea;
Yet, never, in extremity,
It asked a crumb of me.”

-Emily Dickinson.
Raendezvous May 2020
Why don't you speak to us?
What do you feel?

~I feel nothing. I do not know what to think first. Can I have some time to think?

No. Why don't you listen to us.
Stop thinking.
Talk to us.

~I --

No. Just listen to us.
Don't do that. Stop thinking.
Lara May 2020
My thoughts.

They come and go.

They just exist.

They want to be heard.

They want to be written down.

My thoughts are coming like a wave
They either go lost in the sea
Or they want to be shown, be heard, be seen like a cloud in the sky.
High up and far away from the drama.

But all of these thoughts I have are just so confusing.

Are my thoughts enough?

Does anybody care about my thoughts and the way I think?
These are just my thoughts...
Saudia R May 2020
I hate who I am

And I never want to get to the point
where I leave you


because I leave me.
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