25 Nov, 2016 04:36 PM
with a hand over the mouth,
what to do next,
die or keep fighting?
a rope tied up in the ceiling and the chair under it,
suffering and pain going angst hand in hand,
never to think again clearly,
sleep does well to soothe the soul but not the pain,
cutting not a lot but temporary relief,
stopping the hurt was what i wanted,
alone doesn't matter,
, Sad Poem
, DeadVotes: 0
18 Nov, 2016 08:41 PM
She was behind a wall,
when she saw her father beat up her mom
She heard cries,
but soon found out it was her...
Her mother silent as mouse cried...
She watched as her father drew lines on her mothers back with a knife..
10 years later her father was gone..
She had no one to go to..
Her mother left her when she was six..
She grew up in a foster home
2 years after living in that home she ran away..
, AbuseVotes: 1
17 Nov, 2016 12:13 AM
I used to have this dream years ago let me tell you though
it started with a smile and a wave on the patio,
then a flicker in the sky it showed a shadow.
but wait mum where'd you go I swear I just seen you though.
The sky would start to fall and I would scream but you were a no show.
Then my skin would slowly freeze as the world around me began to go.
Its okay I get it now seeing this tornado,
I'm nothing to you mum I guess this is like a puppet show.
Pick me up tear me down maybe I'm Dynamo,
ill fix myself up while you're drunk in the skid row,
Alone is how I'm feeling when I wake up and realise that I despise
the look in my eyes figuring out this nightmare is never gonna demise
, GodVotes: 2
09 Nov, 2016 05:34 PM
I can't help you
I don't know what to do
I'm in the same boat, too
You just want attention
I'll leave you to your depression
It doesn't go against your transgression
, LiesVotes: 1
13 Oct, 2016 10:50 AM
Kill me now, gently
And lay me beside
The voices in my head
To whom I'll confide.
I've had of my share in this life
Of nonsensically twirling around;
So bury me quick and bury me now
6 feet deep into the ground.
Wrap me in a shroud
Of my hallucinations,
, Mental Illness
, HallucinationsVotes: 3
02 Sep, 2016 02:53 PM
When you stood before me,
Shining like the new moon,
And shouted to me “NO!”
I lost myself,
Coz I never knew,
That excess brightness is a needle to the eye.
I still recall your architecture,
How curved it was,
Like a new born baby,
So innocent to the eyes,
And kind to the lust of the soul,
, DeathVotes: 0
17 Jul, 2016 08:49 PM
Gone, the best time of my life
the loss I have, I now visualize
it is gone now, and so are you
at heavens gate, you now pass through
You thought you'd leave none behind
but at the the time, you were so blind
reckless, sad and so wrong
but still, you're gone
We could have cured your depression
just by one simple question
, DepressionVotes: 1
13 Jun, 2016 10:51 AM
She packed her bags with her sanity,
because that was all that had remained;
Through all her turmoils and troubles,
that had left her poor soul, maimed.
Her suitcase was etched with blood,
that kept dripping from her slit wrist.
It didn't distract her from running away,
from the innocence she had missed.
She held her suitcase in one hand,
and carried her burdens in her head.
, DeathVotes: 2
24 May, 2016 01:03 PM
She sits in the shower letting it steam up in past and present future,
Wondering if she will ever be forgiven.
She does not know how to forgive herself, nor others,
But hopes she can.
Years of torture for herself causing herself her own harm based upon her issues.
No One listening to hear her scream from the inside out.
Best friends move on at the wrong time in her life.
She is left with nothing.
Hours pass by sitting in the shower,
Crying and sobbing over something that’s tormented her for years
Thinking whether or not she could get the courage to ask for forgiveness.
But instead few more hours still in shower it turns cold.
, SuicideVotes: 0
19 Apr, 2016 02:09 PM
I hurt with just the thought of you
The memories burning in my soul
Yet I can’t forget you or ever let you go
Like mist hanging over the ocean
And water drops hanging in the air
I feel you presence all around me
And wish you were still here
Is it weird to think I can sometimes smell you?
Hovering close and near
Or hearing your voice drift from afar
, SadnessVotes: 2