Johnny_Silver
Poem Published
17th Jan 2025 12:11pm
17th Jan 2025 12:11pm
My Last Goodbye
I've been searching a lifetime for true love
But it's not real
And I've been denying that fact
With every heartbreak and trauma they've given me
I've unravelled
And I've been denying that fact
I have nothing left to give
To this world
So take this as my resignation
The shows gotta end some time
And this
This is my last goodbye
I wish that the past could be erased somehow
It's permanent
And I've been denying that fact
And once upon a time I'd still love you so
But those days are gone
And I don't...
But it's not real
And I've been denying that fact
With every heartbreak and trauma they've given me
I've unravelled
And I've been denying that fact
I have nothing left to give
To this world
So take this as my resignation
The shows gotta end some time
And this
This is my last goodbye
I wish that the past could be erased somehow
It's permanent
And I've been denying that fact
And once upon a time I'd still love you so
But those days are gone
And I don't...
#depression
#despair
#emptiness
#heartbroken
#suicide
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Koulouri
Poem Published
15th Jan 2025 2:46am
15th Jan 2025 2:46am
Perfection
I say I will not let this world change me,
yet it does anyway.
I claim that I will not water myself down,
yet I am buying new clothes.
I tell people to be themselves,
yet I am too much.
How can I be so hypocritical?
When did I become the worst person on earth?
Someone so horrible that they have to change
everything about themself.
I praise larger bodies,
wondering how they manage to be so comfortable.
I stare at the ground in the bathroom,
not daring to risk a glance at myself.
I see what...
yet it does anyway.
I claim that I will not water myself down,
yet I am buying new clothes.
I tell people to be themselves,
yet I am too much.
How can I be so hypocritical?
When did I become the worst person on earth?
Someone so horrible that they have to change
everything about themself.
I praise larger bodies,
wondering how they manage to be so comfortable.
I stare at the ground in the bathroom,
not daring to risk a glance at myself.
I see what...
#depression
#loneliness
#sadness
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Indie
Miss Indie
Miss Indie
Poem Published
14th Jan 2025 9:32pm
14th Jan 2025 9:32pm
the silent parts of this conversation are invisible
#anxiety
#depression
#LifeStruggles
#MentalHealth
#suicide
98 reads
4 Comments
tree1325
tree
tree
Poem Published
13th Jan 2025 4:00am
13th Jan 2025 4:00am
Currently
Drinking alone by a
dying fire, savoring the
warmth of the fading
embers. It's the only way
I could imagine spending
a night like this.
Arms bared, angry red
just like the last four coals
still shimmering amidst the
shadows and ash. A
fifth one emerges
brighter than ever before
diminishing suddenly.
Just like me, I
think bitterly, but
not as harsh as
the raw smoke
filling my lungs.
Every puff, every sip,
a pathetic, desperate
attempt to smother
what...
dying fire, savoring the
warmth of the fading
embers. It's the only way
I could imagine spending
a night like this.
Arms bared, angry red
just like the last four coals
still shimmering amidst the
shadows and ash. A
fifth one emerges
brighter than ever before
diminishing suddenly.
Just like me, I
think bitterly, but
not as harsh as
the raw smoke
filling my lungs.
Every puff, every sip,
a pathetic, desperate
attempt to smother
what...
#dark
#depression
#emotions #loneliness
#emotions #loneliness
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Kaden_Malis
Kaden Malis
Kaden Malis
Poem Published
12th Jan 2025 3:02pm
12th Jan 2025 3:02pm
Prisoner
Swallowed by shadows
Crawling blindly
Looking for help
Regrets remain
Clear in my brain
Remember myself
And miss myself
Before enslavement
Buried my testament
Is this how it ends?
Howling humiliation
Strangles hope
Vices victorious
Over a beaten soul
God help me
Yours truly,
Poisoned prisoner
Crawling blindly
Looking for help
Regrets remain
Clear in my brain
Remember myself
And miss myself
Before enslavement
Buried my testament
Is this how it ends?
Howling humiliation
Strangles hope
Vices victorious
Over a beaten soul
God help me
Yours truly,
Poisoned prisoner
#addiction
#alcohol
#depression
#drugs
#temptation
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Indie
Miss Indie
Miss Indie
Poem Published
12th Jan 2025 3:08am
12th Jan 2025 3:08am
some days I get so sad I can't function
You tell me to get outside
and make myself feel better
I respond by slamming a door
in your face
I can hear laughter
through the cracked open window
and I wish I could touch it
like it's something tangible
I can inhale
but it's not
and so I listen to it drift away
on the breeze
unlike this mood I can't shake
from my leaden bones
I want to tell you I'm trying
that I'm fighting for better than this
but it's not a war you can see with your eyes
and there's no blood splatter
of...
and make myself feel better
I respond by slamming a door
in your face
I can hear laughter
through the cracked open window
and I wish I could touch it
like it's something tangible
I can inhale
but it's not
and so I listen to it drift away
on the breeze
unlike this mood I can't shake
from my leaden bones
I want to tell you I'm trying
that I'm fighting for better than this
but it's not a war you can see with your eyes
and there's no blood splatter
of...
#conflict
#depression
#MentalHealth
#myself
#relationships
118 reads
5 Comments
rksingh
Poem Published
10th Jan 2025 11:47am
10th Jan 2025 11:47am
MIDNIGHT CRY
No use abusing
or cursing anyone when
restless and breathless
I cry to God to help me
for a while let me sleep
sexless meditate
in the darkest of hours
negotiate peace
with self and rest even if
I exist in my sufferings
R K Singh
or cursing anyone when
restless and breathless
I cry to God to help me
for a while let me sleep
sexless meditate
in the darkest of hours
negotiate peace
with self and rest even if
I exist in my sufferings
R K Singh
#depression
#insomnia
#nightmares
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Nvmb
Poem Published
9th Jan 2025 1:54pm
9th Jan 2025 1:54pm
Beneath the Tide
I see you rising in the waves,
A silent hymn, a call to caves.
You pull the anchor from my chest,
A slow descent, a dream of rest.
Each heartbeat drowns beneath your gaze,
A siren song, a violet haze.
And I am weightless, sinking lower,
Your voice, the tide; I can’t grow colder.
Pull me under—
Break my name.
Fill my lungs with
Endless flame.
The surface fades; I won’t survive,
But I’m alive beneath the tide.
Your hands are threads of liquid steel,
They twist, they bind, they make me kneel.
A...
A silent hymn, a call to caves.
You pull the anchor from my chest,
A slow descent, a dream of rest.
Each heartbeat drowns beneath your gaze,
A siren song, a violet haze.
And I am weightless, sinking lower,
Your voice, the tide; I can’t grow colder.
Pull me under—
Break my name.
Fill my lungs with
Endless flame.
The surface fades; I won’t survive,
But I’m alive beneath the tide.
Your hands are threads of liquid steel,
They twist, they bind, they make me kneel.
A...
#apathy
#curse
#dark
#depression
#emptiness
116 reads
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DevilsChild
Poem Published
8th Jan 2025 7:59am
8th Jan 2025 7:59am
Or Let Me Die
hold me
let me know you love me
inspire me
my vision gets blurry
trust me
because I need validation
talk with me
I just want to be heard
hurt me
but just make sure you also heal me
leave me
if I'm truly that hopeless
do this...
or just let me die
help me lift this weight
the pressure gets heavy
let me know it's ok to walk away
and let me know I can return
I've failed
tell me it's not forever
I've grown tired
but I can't sleep
tell me what it is I need to do ...
let me know you love me
inspire me
my vision gets blurry
trust me
because I need validation
talk with me
I just want to be heard
hurt me
but just make sure you also heal me
leave me
if I'm truly that hopeless
do this...
or just let me die
help me lift this weight
the pressure gets heavy
let me know it's ok to walk away
and let me know I can return
I've failed
tell me it's not forever
I've grown tired
but I can't sleep
tell me what it is I need to do ...
#depression
142 reads
2 Comments
missjem56
Poem Published
2nd Jan 2025 2:26pm
2nd Jan 2025 2:26pm
Shards
When i reflected
Upon the last year
I found the mirror
Cracked
Wherein lay
A myriad of distorted memories
Upon every broken shard
As parts of me
Lay scattered
Upon the wasteland
Of my existence
by Jemia
Upon the last year
I found the mirror
Cracked
Wherein lay
A myriad of distorted memories
Upon every broken shard
As parts of me
Lay scattered
Upon the wasteland
Of my existence
by Jemia
#dark
#depression
#LifeAsAWriter #LifeStruggles
#LifeAsAWriter #LifeStruggles
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SommersWill
Poem Published
2nd Jan 2025 11:18am
2nd Jan 2025 11:18am
Ever Year Is A Piece Of Shit
The faded yellow light of the room bears relentlessly down on me in the last minutes of the year. The soft greys and blacks of my desktop's dark mode seem like a good - but not perfect - metaphor for the colors with which I've painted my life for years now. And just as I'm cooling off from another frustrating and utterly pointless game in which I can barely achieve anything above average, I realize once again just how much I hate everything.
I would blame it all on the year before, or on the year before that. I'm trying to pinpoint a moment when the crisis began - when the boulder...
I would blame it all on the year before, or on the year before that. I'm trying to pinpoint a moment when the crisis began - when the boulder...
#depression
#despair
#humankind
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DevilsChild
Poem Published
31st Dec 2024 9:13am
31st Dec 2024 9:13am
New Year/New Problems
I try not to get consumed by hate
some may think it's a choice
but no
it's a bunch of little things
you do what you're supposed to
work hard and pray to God
then you lose a friend
and then a pet
the bathroom floor needs fixed
the fucking repair man does a bad job
and you really don't need that shit
so what do you know?
you got a feeling
but you're not allowed to show
it's like taking two steps forward
only to get hit ten steps back
whenever you fix one thing
then...
some may think it's a choice
but no
it's a bunch of little things
you do what you're supposed to
work hard and pray to God
then you lose a friend
and then a pet
the bathroom floor needs fixed
the fucking repair man does a bad job
and you really don't need that shit
so what do you know?
you got a feeling
but you're not allowed to show
it's like taking two steps forward
only to get hit ten steps back
whenever you fix one thing
then...
#LifeStruggles
#myself
#depression
170 reads
3 Comments
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