I never asked to be aliveThere you went to give me life
And said it was a gift of course
But this gift is a little rough
Okay, to be honest, it's a curse
I was the one that you bestowed this upon
Myself and nobody else
Never did you once seem to think
How this might affect me
Asked by myself every morning
Why it is I'm here today
To only be answered by my thoughts
That you gave me the gift, why should I take it away?
Be a good sport and accept it
Use it in every which way
Alive and well is the goal
But you only gave me the life
The Sound Of A Broken Heart.It makes you wanna shout-The Sound Of A Broken Heart.4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Makes you cut yourself.
It's the love song you all sing to yourself.
Reminding you of pretty hearts,
Of future babies,
And a happy life.
It makes you sad-
Allows you to cry so endlessly.
You feel so broken.
As though your joy has gone on the run.
Your heart is screaming,
Feeling like a starving child with no mommy.
Feel this pain?
The stitched up rips beneath this worded piece.
I'm fucking broken-
Crying with no end.
I'll drown before I stop,
With our love song stuck on repeat.
Somethings Never Change.I'll build a wall around myself-Somethings Never Change.3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Hoping you won't find the little crack that won't go away.
I'll cover up my pain,
Wearing pajama pants on those days-
When my hips hurt so bad from the cuts I made.
I'll trust no one-
Not even myself.
I'll simply close my eyes,
Count the times I failed.
The times my heart has been thrown on the ground.
I'm chained to the past-
Unable to escape.
I can't forgive you daddy-
For I can't forgive myself.
EmpathyWhen someone is up, on top of the world,Empathy7 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
It doesn't mean they've never lain lonely and curled.
Surely if that weren't a piece of them,
They would stop looking for each person's gem.
If they hadn't experienced pain near and far,
They wouldn't be quite the person they are.
And they wouldn't stop to wipe your tears
And they wouldn't care about all your fears.
Because empathy is not something you are born with
It is something you've earned.
DrinkAbundantly clear: I am not enough.Drink3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And if the hours were a story,
I would ask for it to end.
And those playful words
with their fingers and their pain
would weave me,
make the threads of your addiction.
DermatillomaniaHer skin ached surrounding the scabs on her arm. She really needed to stop this crazy habit. People were beginning to notice. She remembered her friend looking at her and pointing it out. “Just dry skin” she laughed to them. She shuddered at the thought. The scabs may have started out as just a little extra dry skin but she kept at it. Scratching and picking until blood started to pool into the recess she created in her skin.Dermatillomania2 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Her arms were dotted with little scars and scabs. The last time her arms were this bad was in 6th grade. It was the last year until now that her arms had been so filled with scabs. To make matters worse she had gotten sunburnt recently which meant pealing. She went after the dead skin like going after lice with a fine toothed comb.
She was surprised more areas on her body weren’t so badly affected. She picked at hairs all along her body, little things that they were. If a bump appeared she would scratch fiercely at it, wishing the imperfection aw
So sorry..I'm so sorry...So sorry..3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I know i'm unreliable
I know I'm pathetic
I know you need me to buck up and be strong
but being strong is so hard
How Dare You Find Depression Funny.Why don't you just stop mocking people that have depression?How Dare You Find Depression Funny.3 years ago in Emotional More Like This
I mean seriously because when you mock them, you're mocking me.
Does that come as a shock to you - friend?
Yeah me, I've been battling with this for the past 10 years.
I've been a cutter for so long and still I feel the craving for more cuts, deeper cuts.
I have scars on every part of my body, there is no undamaged skin, if you look close enough there are even scars on my face, which I put there.
How can you find it funny?!
Yes you have had depressed times in your life, that is quite normal, human nature in fact, but it isn't like having depression as a disorder.
To have that constant pounding headache like nothing you have ever felt before. It blinds you at times, makes your vision so blurred you have to stop, when it is at its worst. And when I say constant, trust me, I mean it. It never leaves, it never subsides, never gives you any peace.
To have times when your heart is thumping so strongly in your chest that it f
TrustWhat is trust?Trust3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Is it that moment of stupididy where one lets their guard down,
And opens their vulnerabilities to someone?
Why would anyone want that?
Why did I want that?
Is it possible
To trust again and again after so many stabbings
In the back and the heart and the mind by those I once loved?
Why would anyone want that?
Why did I want that?
Could there possibly be
A person on this planet who can be trusted,
Who won't turn around and break me like all the others?
Why would anyone want that?
Why do I want that?
Why.Why am I the only one in pain ?Why.2 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
Why do I always get the blame ?
I know I do everything wrong,
But i’m trying my hardest to stay strong.
Why can’t these feelings just go away ?
It keeps haunting me day by day.
Sometimes You Can't See The AngelsSometimes You Can't See The Angels3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
You can't see the angels
Even though they're always there
Because their wings are made of light,
And their forms are made of air
You can't see the angels
For the demons in your mind
When you look around
They are all that you can find
Turn Me on, Dead ManWhat do we hear in theTurn Me on, Dead Man3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
echo of our lunacy?
Is it white noise?
You may bury Paul
or the cranberry sauce.
You're, by no means, in a room.
Read this backwards-
There is an angel under my bed
holding a bucket of headless dolls.
Light her on fire please.
I would never suggest a trip
to the zoo in autumn,
when the elephants try
extra hard to remember.
If it can't be avoided,
A Sad story about RainI tried to whisper my sorrowA Sad story about Rain3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
onto the evening and to my pillow
and I was reminded so bitterly
that there was nothing left of me
There was nothing left to cry
and I was so scared I'd die
of heartbreak and so much pain
and then you reminded me of the rain
You told me how you love the shower
the little droplets, pitter-patter of water
and how cool that it made us closer
Oh you whisper that you hoped it was forever
But now all of it was shattered
no more whispers nor forever
just a pillow and this cold evening
the only thing I have for mourning
I never liked the rain
but I had you to gain
I didn't mind it at all
twas just a small detail to call
It made me shiver and made me sleepy
I felt like I want to be lazy
I was more enamored with the sun
With whom I could play and have fun
But since you loved the rain so much
I kept my silence and just watch
appreciating the silliness you made me do
since I was so in love with you
But now that you've left me be
rain has becomes an unbearabl
Dreams DreamsDreams3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The legendary land
My thoughts are not real
They are lies, I'm living a lie
I dream that we would exist... together
Oh BladeOh blade, I beg you to sever deeply tonight.Oh Blade3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I want to remember your warm and icy sting.
I yearn to feel your piercing fangs of steel.
So I ask again, please sink in deeply tonight.
Only you can cause this torment to end.
This torment that plagues my mind and body.
Blade of pure silver, reach my very soul.
Let the silver course through my veins.
Then, laying your blade to the side, closes my eyes.
Letting the silver penetrate my entire body, burning.
And as the silver eats through my flesh, I lay smiling.
Smiling at the fact that I can still feel pain...
Then as the pain is coursing through my entire body,
Causing it to twitch and writhe in suffering,
The silver starts working itself out of my system.
Seeping out from the flaps of severed flesh.
Looking again at the blade, I can only thank it.
Thank it for letting me lay here in complete agony.
Then, taking the blade once more and placing it on my chest.
I make a final long and deep cut down my chest to my stomach.
My Winter GirlShe had eyelashes of snow.My Winter Girl3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I saw her as a winter girl, cold and sharp and sometimes unfeeling,
and she lasted like a tree in a blizzard:
laden down with ice and snow, crippled by the frost in her very bones,
her branches crack and splinter.
Every girl comes crashing down at some point
but she wore brokenness as if it were a cloak, shielding her from other
tragedies that may hunt her down and stab her
heart, leaving her frantically trying to scoop up the blood
and pour it back in.
you can't break someone who's already
A Thousand Shades of GreyIf you take a twisted plate of glass,A Thousand Shades of Grey2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And hold it up to the world,
You see the smog and the burning light
Twist and then
In some strange way
The furnaces become golden stars
And the clouds of ash are like the exhalations of a giant
Dead leaves look like lace through tears
And the only way to get rainbows in puddles
Is if they’re full of oil
And the lakes are rainbow hued
With fish scales and chemicals
There is something empowering
About the sting of acid rain
Sunsets look more colourful
Through air-borne dust
If you sit on the ash-dusted grass
In a park without flowers,
And listen to the noise around you
Make its own silence
And find the second darkness
Woven in the cage of beams
Moving OnI told you time and againMoving On3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and please don't cry
Reminiscing should be a sin
if it makes you want to die
I told you to stop already
that there's nothing left to pursue
I pointed out the reasons, so many
but you persist like you don't have a clue
That moving on is what you have to do
not just by saying it over and over
You have to restart and become something new
so that next time, those tears wouldn't hover
Cause you deserve being happy as well
for the future should be brighter than the present
you got more heart in you than I could tell
I know you have the courage that more's than sufficient
I will tell you this time and again
and I hope this time you wouldn't cry
Though reminiscing isn't a sin
at least move on instead of living a lie