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Graff1980 Nov 2023
I’ve been to the ledge,
looking into an abyss
certain that I
wouldn’t be missed
and even if one person did,
they’d be better off in a world
without me in it.

I’ve seen shadows creeping
while I was almost sleeping
halfway between
waking and a dream,
with a spiderlike scribble
crawling across my blanket
that I couldn’t smash
or even shake off.

I’ve been swept up
in a manic moment,
then began drowning
in an endless pit,
and almost died in it.

So many self-inflicted
near misses, electric,
pill bottle, and razor kisses
but my body insisted
on living when my mind
wanted a quiet end
to the painful buzzing.

Some say it gets better,
and for me it did,
some say all you got to do
is keep trying to live,
some day you will make it.
It’s one struggle at a time.

But sometimes people
go into those dark caverns
and never come back.
It’s not a beautiful death
just a tragic final act.

-2021
SpiritHeart67 Nov 2023
Struggle
is all I ever know
And this broken
body
and mind
Feel like
all I've got to show.

An entire life
spent trying
to keep my head
above water,
My feet
desperately
scrambling
below me
Trying to find
purchase
on solid ground,
Something
that at this point
Seems unlikely to
be found.

Just SO
God ******
Tired...
Chelsea Quigley Nov 2023
Resistance,
It is all I know.
Forks and spoons
Are all for show.

My taste buds,
Numbing.
My senses,
Succumbing.

To bitter truth
Of my body,
Crumbling.

My stomach,
Rumbling.

This is torture and divine,
All at the same time.

For I am blind,
And my body is weak.
Crawling with little energy,
For no meal shall I eat.

I will wait and see,
Who finds me,
In front of my reflection.

For sustenance,
I welcome rejection.
My body,
Now filled with injection.

For you mention,
That I
Am a section
Of what I used to be.

Leaving me
To feel like rotten meat.
But you,
Scolded my body.

Isn't this what you wanted to see?
This poem is all about eating disorders and how other people can contribute to low self-esteem within ourselves. It is always important to uplift others, as everyone is beautiful no matter size or shape!
Kushal Oct 2023
Something is amiss.
Fingers follow down the pages, but nothing reads right.

Wail and pain, silenced by familiarity.
Where is the line that was crossed over?

What hidden laws have been broke?
Those that impose a silent suffrage,
Ceasing manifestations of life.

Who dares curse a tree not to bare its leaves,
A bird to be without wings,
And a heart to be hollow?
Jeremy Betts Oct 2023
Dax-
God's Eyes

~My Verse~

I've never seen God's eyes, but I've seen the devil's
He walks with men on earth at different levels
He knows the king we serve, so he hates and meddles
And prays that we all burn and turn to rebels

He tried to get my soul, but I'll never settle
I'll walk this lonely road from the 'burbs to ghettos
I'll take the gift bestowed and return a vessel
I am the one they chose, yeah-yeah-yeah

-----------------------------------------

(first­ yeah of the verse layered over the last yeah of the chorus, slowed and stretched out)

...-yyeeeaaahhh

I've never met god, no, I've never met the devil
Though I've seen 'em in the eyes of broken people
Both shrouded in lies, watch the line glitch between what's good and what's evil
They seem pretty equal, it's the playing field that's not level

An unholy holy war, creation V creator
You swear he hears prayer so it's a choice to never answer
The holy-ish trinity with it's narcissist center, the first broken family ever
Please do me a favor, before you expire, acknowledge the innocent lost to crossfire

-----------------------------------------

("They'll never see god's eyes, but they've seen the devil's" layered over "I've never seen God's eyes, but I've seen the devil's")

"They'll never see god's eyes, but they've seen the devil's"
He walks with men on earth at different levels
He knows the king we serve, so he hates and meddles
And prays that we all burn and turn to rebels

He tried to get my soul, but I'll never settle
I'll walk this lonely road from the 'burbs to ghettos
I'll take the gift bestowed and return a vessel
I am the one they chose, yeah-yeah-yeah

©2023
Dax- God's Eyes
https://youtu.be/1TyLXShB9DU?si=nGJERxNAVqryRSzN
Tierramxrie Oct 2023
To the girl whose childhood wasn’t the best and who didn’t have anyone show up for her in the time of need I’m proud of how far you’ve came. The obstacles you’ve managed to overcome despite wanting to end it all despite wanting to give up you still pushed through—I feel like that says a lot about you.
To the girl who wakes up everyday battling within herself and struggling internally everyday wondering when is it gonna end? Wondering if it’ll ever end? Just push through a little more I know you’re tired baby I know it feels like the world’s heaviest blanket weighing you down but I believe in you so much.
To the girl who always longed for love because she never fully received it from her parents so she seeks it in others. When will you start loving you? When will you pour into you? I hope one day you come to the realization where you in fact love you just as much as you love others. I hope one day you see that your first love and your last love should always be you.
To the girl who’s afraid to let love in—it’s okay to let it in come to terms with the fact that no one is ever really “yours” there are people out there that don’t wanna hurt you and in fact wanna love you while you’re simultaneously loving yourself and learning yourself all over again. Don’t allow your past to hinder you from what’s yours and from what you are deserving of. When it’s genuine and it’s authentic magic it’s beautiful what can be made. Let love come in—in all forms let it embrace you it’s scary I know but love shouldn’t hurt.
To the girl who is struggling to live I hope it gets better for you. For us. I wonder what the future looks like for you if you just keep fighting—I know it’ll be beautiful. Please keep fighting.
Don’t give up Tierra.
Carlo C Gomez Oct 2023
~
the peculiar sound of morning
during the long, boarded-up winter,
resonating through a cistern
set apart by thin waves
of decaying reservoir

a hint of canticle
in the unfounded wind,
impossible to ignore,
a series of collapsing oppositions
like interior and exterior,
self and other, the momentum
conveys the sublimity of being,
immersed in an unfathomable vastness,
of being part of an indivisible whole

a repeated glitch in the system,
our forever changing
constellation of feelings
and backward configurations,
slipping into a stream,
where the water precedes us,
and it will outlast us

we don't so much carry life
as allow ourselves to be carried
along by it, swept up in its current
for a little while

~
SpiritHeart67 Sep 2023
No matter
what might be
going on in your life
if you are still here
you are stronger
than it...
Joshua Phelps Sep 2023
Living life on
autopilot,

Wishing I wasn’t
Going insane.

Look around me
And everything

Stays the same.

The neuropathways
In my brain

Have the wires
Crossed and
There’s

Messages that
Always change.

I’m left to
Figure it out
On my own,

Miscommunications and
Exiled from a
Place I used to call home.

I just don’t get why,
I keep trying to change,

But life pulls me to
The other side

To a place where
the stars never
had a chance to
shine.
I feel sad, oh, I feel sad,
Don’t shun me, for I'm mad, I'm mad.
Yes, I've had my share of strife,
That's why I carry this heavy life.

I lived by the red river's flow,
In a castle where darkness did grow.
Don't judge me for the past I had,
I dwelled with the wastrels, and it was sad.

I never thought the way they taught,
I was cast aside, battles fought.
But I wasn't wrong, hear my song,
Though my life didn't always belong.

I've sailed the river of life's vast pool,
Hiding my feelings, like a fool.
I've made mistakes, committed fouls,
But I won't let that darken my soul.

I may have been careless, lacking demand,
I admit, at times, I've been a little sappy lad.
Let's forget the past's deep bends,
And embrace a future that amends.
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