Words HurtWords HurtWords Hurt1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Hit me one more time
Hit me again
Push me around
On the floor
Down the stairs
It hurts less than your words
So kick me
Bruise my skin
But don’t call me names
It causes too much pain
I love you I really do
I’ll take the abuse
And be your punch bag
But please keep your words
My head can’t take it
My mind won’t survive
It destroys me.
BrokenEmpty, distraught, laid bare, cleavedBroken1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
off my skin. Crumbling to the weight
of reality. Crushing dreams which outweigh
thoughts of utopia. Life's cumbersome
relief, falling apart. My knees stagger
along. Treading roads meant to hurt.
Pain unbearable felt with every piercing
stride. Bleeding me dry, I have nothing
left to give. Empty a vessel carrying hope.
Moving, crawling, squirming forward. The
dirt moving through the skin infecting the
flesh. Spoiling the purity that had once existed
in places shut out from the barren scapes of
reality. An idealist who does not realize; reality
paints a bleak picture on a canvas that is fading.
A dream world cascading in an illusion of life
which was meant to be. Reaching out desperately.
Trying to hold on as the world sees the crimson
clot which covers my naked body. Cheering on
a brutal song which echoes about in a deaf
man's ear. Forever heard as the rumbling cuts
through whatever is left to give to these empty
fields. As the dust gathers around c
Fortress of SorrowI may be brokenFortress of Sorrow1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
but you cannot mend me
You cannot get close
You will never befriend me
For I have built walls
around my shattered heart
They keep me together
and they tear me apart
They keep what is left of me
Safe from attack
They keep me bottled up
and hold my emotions back
They shield me from this blackened world
and within them I shall hide
But these cold walls are my self made prison
and I am trapped inside
They keep me from being hurt again
but they are my greatest sin
From the moment they were fabricated
I haven't let anyone in
No matter how many times
I admit that I have a problem
Nobody will ever be able to help me
Because I refuse to let them
I have become so guarded
I have imprisoned myself
I have become so untrusting
I lost faith in my own mind
I have become so lost
I have misplaced my own humanity
I have become so broken
You can never pick up the pieces
Because if you break down these walls
and breach the heart of the problem
my deepest fear
is that there will be nothing t
MyselfThe jar of tears has fallen to pieces, lost are the memories from within the creases.Myself1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
They've all abandoned me, my silent friends, our bonds have withered beyond their ends.
So predictable this scene truly was, the girl who fell from not a single cause.
Twas my own fault, for I banished all help, rotted to pieces within myself.
Though alas a mark has been etched within stones, "My soul lives forever without my bones."
Define Depression."Define depression for me, will you?"Define Depression.1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
"Well, not doing anything or having the motivation to, is one."
"You're just lazy."
"Okay, what about another one?"
"Staying inside all day and being anti-social?"
"And what did you shout at me for yesterday?"
"That's got nothing to do with it!"
"...Why did you stop me seeing her?"
"You know who, the shrink."
"...It was making you worse."
"Ah... And how was it making me worse?"
"Well, you were acting... You were arguing."
"Acting human, maybe? Showing my feelings?"
"Shut up and take the dogs out."
"...She suggested medication, you know."
"You'd rattle when you walk if you took all the meds."
"Yes, if I took all the meds the doctors suggest..."
"Glad you're finally seeing sense, son."
+Defeated+_written story+Defeated+_written story2 years ago in Visual & Found Poetry More Like This
In the dark I hide
Under the bed
As I watch his
Shadow go by
He's looking for me
So he shuts the bedroom door
He doesn't want me
To escape like I did before
These chills running
Up my spine, are
Causing me to panic
And cry at the same time
Daddy said he
Would stop drinking
Daddy promised that
He would try, but
I guess everything Daddy said
Was nothing more then a lie
When Daddy gets drunk
He goes crazy and
Hits and screams
He beats mommy
Until she's unconscious
Then he goes looking for me
I hear his footsteps
Throughout my room
He looks through my closet
"EMMA WHERE ARE YOU!?"
He's staggering and swearing
He wants to beat me black and blue
Daddy then screams loudly
"YOU EIGHT YEAR OLD BRAT,
WHERE ARE YOU!?!"
He bends down
And looks under my bed
There he finds me
"There you are!" Daddy says
He pulls me out
By my hair, instantly
He starts beating me
Without a care...
An hour or two go by
The beating is finally done
I'm lying on the floor
I'm bleeding and fully numb
The Land We Live OnI know of a land where young ones are corrupt,The Land We Live On1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Where the butterflies attempt to fly with broken wings,
But die in the process.
An outcast is just a ghoul in hiding.
Every loving word slurred never meant a thing.
The scars are always visible.
In this land it is always below zero.
Each day everyone knows that tomorrow will be the same,
Here lies no hope.
The soil covering the surface is poisoned.
Sometimes tongues are chopped off.
Slowly they all lose their mind.
The eldest ones are locked away to be hidden in the dark.
So many broken hearts, they cannot even be counted.
Memories are shunned with pills,
And obscure buildings that cause blood shot eyes and controlled minds.
The people will resort to harm and other vile ways to find,
The peace that their soul needs.
But because there is no such thing blood is shed,
Along with tears and countless body limbs.
These poor souls,
But there is not an ounce of sympathy.
This land gets worse with each day.
Some even have to pay,
To get the love th
UntitledWhen I sit in a roomUntitled1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Filled with people
And everyone is engaged in bright conversations
Everyone but me
When you come into my life
And then judge me on a first impression
Before you call me a freak
And walk away
When I sit there surrounded by people
And yet I am crushed by the waves of loneliness
Drowning in a sea of emotions
Before sinking to the bottom and never coming back
Of course it hurts.
It hurts to be shunned and ignored
It hurts when I am right in front of you
I am right here
And you see nothing more than an empty seat
You see nothing more than a freak
A “silly goth girl”
With nothing more to offer than a few scars
and an empty bottle of drained emotions
I am so much more than what you see.
I can create beauty from darkness
I can weave tapestries of words
I can harness colours and bend them into stained glass
I can suspend notes into a cascade of wonder
But all you see is blackness.
A demon of the dark
A shadow without a name
Nothing but a blac