SickAll those old memories.Sick2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Where do they dome from?
Why do they plauge me so?
I know I'll regret it.
But I do it anyway.
Why did I do that?
It hurts so bad.
It hurts too bad.
It hurt everytime.
Regrets, regrets, regrets.
How can I find out?
How could I know?
Stop being so naive.
Stop being so paranoid.
Rest for a while.
That's all I do.
Go and hide.
Just hide from the pain.
Make a try.
It won't work.
It never does.
Cry pathetic creature.
You're a stupid little girl.
There's is no dreamland.
There are only nightmares.
There always have been.
They talk so loud.
Close them out.
Cannot be that social.
Cry some more.
Why are you sick?
How come you cry?
I can't do it.
Can't continue like before.
What do you do,
when your heart starts to realise,
things will never be as before?
You can't take it.
Can't stand it.
Just want to rest.
Nobody lets me.
Leave me alone.
Why so sick again?
They don't understand.
Lament of her broken callsLament of her broken calls2 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Silecne, silence, silence.
Can you hear her calling?
Summer, autumn, winter and spring~.
Seasons pass by now as you're watching while she dies.
You can hear her tiny whispers,
from the ashes of the hope she has left.
You hear it every night as she whines,
and oh how fast her time runs out.
There is nothing you can change,
nothing you can do to save her.
What could you possibly do,
to turn the way of what the fate has arrenged?
But hear what I say!
If you believe,
and as long you can see her fighting.
Whenever you have faith or not.
I can tell you.
It is still not too late.
Like a black rose that drops into the sea,
she comes up again and she's white and clean.
Can you hear her calling?
Open your eyes,
tell me what you see.
Like glass ball that falls pieces,
she's melted together as good as new.
Can you hear her calling your name?
for I am broken!
When her pain goes away,
it comes back again.
But when her light starts to fade,
it never stops that.
RegretsIf I had to choose:Regrets3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I would choose to cry once a week,
instead of once a day.
I would choose to have just one friend,
not being all alone.
I would choose to be happy sometimes,
not nothing at all.
I would choose to sob quietly,
not screaming out in pain.
I would choose to hear your kind voice,
instead of all the others mean.
I would choose to make my only wish come true,
without getting back all that I had before.
I would choose to hear and listen,
instead of talking so much myself.
I would choose to start all over,
not continuing to build on what already is.
I would choose to get my eyes open,
not have them closed.
I would choose to get hit back of what I deserve,
instead of hurting others.
I would choose God,
rather than the devil.
I hope it's not too late.
True madnessPAIN!True madness3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Sobbing I fall back from the computer onto the couch.
No please, not again!
The tears start to stream down my cheeks.
I'm now crying fully.
Nothing can stop the river that's flooding out of my eyes.
A whining sound.
It's starting again.
It's piercing through my alreday damaged soul.
Every old wound is opening up.
My whole world is once again crashing down on me.
My mind is being ripped apart.
I'm tied up in my own bloody hurtful thoughts, waiting for my punishment.
No, please no...
My will is too weak and give in immedaitly.
My whole body twitch violently as I let out the first scream.
I grip the pillows of the couch, digging my nails into them.
The dark is rising around me.
It's a feeling that just can't be fully described!
It's clawing and biting.
Eating me up from the inside.
Making the suffering without limit.
Making it's way into the root of my heart.
My blood is boiling.
My eyes grow wide.
Beads of sw
This is itBack stage.This is it2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You're nervous without limit.
You're shaking slightly.
Your head is pounding.
Your heart is racing.
It's quiet as death out there.
Once again you think.
Why are you doing this again?
If you want respect.
You got to earn it.
Is what you want.
This is your only chance.
You can NOT screw up.
You focus at the curtain.
Imagine your close future.
Your body is straight.
You have learned every move.
You know them in your head.
There's nothing to be scared about.
Only that your dignity hang on this.
You clench your fists.
Take a deep breath.
You can do this.
You are brave.
You can do this.
You just have to believe in yourself.
You can do this.
This is it.
The curtain opens.
One single spotlight is lit.
You're looking at your feet.
You can do this.
This is happening.
Everybody looks at you.
It's silent as in the grave.
The heat from the spotlight.
The precence of the audience.
You can still pull yourself out of this.
Would you?Such a weak creature I am.Would you?2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Truly down there capable of so much more.
But it never gets to show.
In every movement I am powerless.
Fighting to keep myself onto my feet.
An endless war between my mind and my body.
I want to jump and run.
But my body goes limp and tells me to stay low.
In the dark I will stay.
Alone with my weakness.
I am what is called so "insane".
My soul cries every night.
It cannot protect me from my haunting nightmares.
My laughes, my sobs and my screams.
They're all mixed in the night.
Turned into a silent whisper of begging.
I'm so scared.
Somebody open their eyes and see me.
Such a tiny pale being.
Am I really worth to be cared about?
All over my clumsiness.
For I am not beautiful.
Nor very handy or helpful.
Rather useless I may say so myself.
For I may do more bad than good.
Would you take me as your precious anyway?
Save me from whatever that wants to harm me?
Hold me close at night?
And make the frightening terror go away?
DisorderSometimes my little brother will bite the skin on his fingersDisorder1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
as he always do
it's a sort of tix I suppose
and as everyone else I'll tell him
"Don't bite your fingers"
he'll growl at me
like everytime I say that
and stop for a while but then he'll start again
I just have to look at him really
he understands and whine a bit
"You stop having Anorexia"
he's said once or twice before
I'll laugh and he too
but my smile fades quickly
if it only was that easy.
Contest prize 1: Poetry, Unheard painLonely heartbroken out in the night,Contest prize 1: Poetry, Unheard pain2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
whispering, calling for help and in fright.
Nobody heard their desperate cries,
nobody saw their hurt in their eyes.
Thousands of days hiding and blocking,
trying to prevent the voices awful mocking.
But the bleeding wouldn't stop, no wounds could heal,
at first they'd been thinking it wasn't such a huge deal.
Though later it soon became worse,
they couldn't escape from this distressing curse.
At last it all became to much, they had enough,
this was the time to stand up, to be tough.
They called for their momma and dad,
told them it's been depressing, really sad.
To their chock they just didn't care,
of their pain they wasn't at all aware.
No they were followed by needles and pins,
scratching them roughly, completing their sins.
Nobobody heard, no matter how loud they screamed,
and they realised things were just as awful as they seemed.
Silent prayers with an no sign of an answer,
our poor miserable youngster fell into mental cancer.
You can't live without eatingI don't know why it happened to me really. I don't know how many times I've asked myself that question. Why me? I remember how it all started. It was long before I got diagnosed actually. I had been depressed for a long time already. Then it just hit me. What if I'd try to change something with myself to get rid of this misery? I pretty much wanted to die anyway.You can't live without eating1 year ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
That's when I first started exercising. I've always loved dancing and I could that simple math they've all told us, the medias, school, parents If you burn more than you take in you'll lose weight. I had plenty of time at first since it was summer after all. I danced and danced and started to say no to sweets once in a while. I still ate them though, to reward myself. I didn't have any problems with food yet. But the dancing I used to love so much became a torture. At least 30 minutes a day I worked out. I had no interest in breakfast and had a fruit instead.
My hard work paid of though. People told me I looked good and
Depressed poemDepressed poem2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
What's the point of walking,
when I never reach my goal?
What's the point of cleaning,
when I always end up covered in dirt?
What's the point of laughing,
when the others laugh at me?
What's the point of crying,
when sadness still will be there?
What's the point of longing,
when it's just an empty picture?
What's the point of wishing,
when I will never get what I want?
What's the point of faking,
when I'm so ripped up inside?
What's the point of healing,
when my wounds will keep bleeding?
What's the point of sleeping,
when I'm so tired of life?
What's the point of dreaming,
when nightmares haunt me down?
What's the point of hoping,
when I know it's all forsaken?
What's the point of eating,
when I can't enjoy the food?
What's the point of loving,
when I always end up hurt?
What's the point of living...
when I can die?