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I'm so tired Of tryingOf pretending everything is okOf being unloved But I can’t sleep foreverNot yet
I wanna sleep but I am not tired I am tired but I can't sleep I am tired so I have to sleep Why can't I ever sleep I close my eyes I see pictures I hear my thoughts I feel feelings
My heart is severely scared, my mind feels the burns of the rusty chains weighing them down… there’s no escape from my mental scars I mean.. metal bars…times you can’t see clear because vision is clouded by the fog of time.
I slowly opened my tired eyes I couldn't feel anything Numbness consumed my body I look around at my surroundings I realize I'm under a willow And all of a sudden,
Laying here in bed Feeling emotionally unavailable An explosion in my head Tired of fighting for everyone If I don't, they may leave Or found dead I'm the fixer I need the fixing Mixed feelings
There is just so much That one person can take. I am so sorry.
A cardboard cut out A want-to-be, Of a down-to-earth Personality. Just a bit more in touch, With reality. Can't handle day-to-day. And there's no such thing as peace. So numb as ever,
It's confusing being mixed.What I look like, and my experiences,they don't line up with a typical anything.I am not European-American,I am not Puerto Rican,I am an amalgamation of these things, and more.
I got tired of being rejected everywhere I got tired of everything i do wrong I got tired of pretending that I am happy I am tired of everything already Nothing surprises me anymore You were my strength
I woke up one day too tired to run; I just didn't have the energy anymore. I didn't have the resolve to fight. I didn't have it within me to take action either. I decided to let the wind blow,
I read a poem to my dad. He said he didn't understand. And it was too long. I didn't understand that. He doesn't know big words. He asks me the meaning. Of that one word. I know the word.
but no matter how hard he tries he will never be able to change he overthinks and doubt will arise he locks his feelings in a cage
Death. We are afraid of death- Alright fuck it, I'll be real with you guys. I havent slept in a few days, and generally, I'm reaching another all time low.
We view our lives, Through a lens called hope. But mine is cracked, And full of holes
Hello there, little warrior boy Are you getting lonely? Cheer for the saints, It's the demons who own thee. Fall up and bare arms, Against king's of decree. Learn how to let go,
An anchor tied, around my head push me off. I'll sink to bed. Sleep among, the reef and fen, And hope I never wake again.
Who am I? But a demon in the deep. I might not be like you, But I still need air to breathe. Is it you who will drown me? You who force me down? I fight, not for a victory,
Far away in mind but close in heart The time well spent is more than I could need Yet I’m still feeling the tears I left on your shirt
Somedays, I want to contribute, nothing more to the world.. then my death.
I’m in pain, all the time. Everyday is agony, im tired of this fight. let me show you what I mean. So, I’ll make my cake out of shotgun shells. Light it up like a candle.
i’ve been spiralling, everything is happening too quickly. i am incapable of emotions, i am drifting away. nothing matters, i don’t matter. i’ve returned to nothing, my existence means nothing and soon,
The scariest part of being alone is liking your empty home. It’s a double edged blade made of security and pain, it’s depressions bed at three am, it’s saying “i’m okay with this.”
I’m starting to think my happiness trial has expired. Im numb all the time when did I get so tired? Why does it never stop? When did the nightmares come back?
Normal people find there happy places Well for me I don't have one This happy persona is just a lie I'm not happy, I'm sad
A lot of things have changed the growing, the progressing, the timing of everything, there is a limitation of things I could describe. I cannot question, I cannot make a negotiation,
the memories of you have burned a hole into my brain, theyve singed my hair, painted the walls ash-grey. i asked if i could burn the sweatshirt but it wasnt your face i was looking at,
G-d I’m tired I’m tired of working, trying to attain the wherewithal All this work, I wish I was retired It’ll be my downfall
I am in a constant state of dream and nightmare One moment, The sun is smiling at me, showing me the world in bright colours, helping me laught at the bipolarity of life.
The biggest lie I ever told myself was that I wouldn't stay up too late Studying or doing work. Now that I'm on my senior year of high school all of that Went out the window.
i want to write a poem about you but its nearly midnight and im so tired i can feel the bags under my eyes building every single time i blink
I’ve learned to fear wanting too many things. The selfishness I’ve harboured as a child has melted from a stain to just a bruise. The phrase “I want” used to spill from my mouth like blood from a wound The world could see.
The window to a soul.
The tired Sun rests On waves and pale sand, as the Moon waits for his turn
In the dead of night I close my eyes But cannot keep these thoughts outside I hear it scratching at my door And moaning from beneath the floor
This sadness Sits idly in my chest Like an unseen counterweight Pulling my heart towards the earth- begging for rest. I beg for rest, too I beg for clarity
Fear. The mess of tangled thoughts, mangled anxieties, strangled shouts That invades your brain On quiet nights. Fear.
The party rages and the drinks flow, the room smoke filled, Everyone laughs and smiles, stories are shared and cups spilled, Challenges made in jest and tale weavers are grilled,
Your eyes were like a tired sunset,Shining with a soft amber light,Seeing the beauty in even the ugliest of things.
There's a boy I know That mostly sticks to his own, He doesnt speak much But hald assed insults, He closes his eyes More often than all of the time, Shy boy Quiet boy Tired boy.
Harder are the days going, And smaller are my hopes being. Tired from those daily battles, Hiding goes my upcoming titles.
I been waiting for forever And nothing’s getting better. I always care too much Wish that I could say whatever
You know what? I'm tired of the bullshit Oh you wanna talk? Maybe I'd have time if I wasn't I fed up Always mouthing off About how you this and that, not! You always on this hype
The voice in my headIt keeps yelling for reliefFrom the pain I feel inside of meA thoughtThat remedy can be sought from anywhereAnd not found anywhereNo matter the effort given
I feel flat. 2-dimensional. So if I seem tensional I swear it's unintentional. I'm in that mood where you see without feeling. You know? Where things go by and you barely see them go.
i dont know if im really who i say i am if im happy if im great who knows what i am no one but me. but im making sure that even knows my image and my heart im sad and happy who i am limbo i just want to obtain that one thing every human desires ha
She let's down her hair and sighs. Her head hung down. Her heart sunk low as a single tear ran down her face. She couldn't help but wonder When would this nightmare end? When could she truly smile again? Only god could answer her.
I heard something today... I heard that a dead flower is not dead until it's pedals are nothing but ash. Do I know what this means? Maybe.
I am ready to leave this place. Forget about everyone. Pack up and disappear. I am tired of the memories. That linger around every corner. Of the meaningless routine.
Talking is exhausting. I have to force myself to be eloquent, to say it right To speak clearly and attentively So much energy is used.
The strings vibrate violently over the frets, Making the people collect. The drum stick cracks over the skin, Letting the beat begin.
Only one week This week I feel the weakest I feel like I should sleep less But sleep is my weakness
God please write me quickly i'm running out of time, my family has no time for me and i can't say goodbye. it's not the words that stop me, nor their meaning make me cry,
no matter this dawg gone pup took numerous one after another cat nap his utterly fatigued body electric still ragged as if he went without sleep for a lifetime, ensnared within a time warp,
Why do I dislike your company? Why does the conversation run dry? Why does your presence elicit disharmony? Why do you render my plans awry? I find your interests to be drivel,
Writer's block is a painful endeavor. So bad it makes me question my creativity and if a spark of it existed ever. If only there was a magic pill or convenient mushroom sitting around waiting to be consumed.
I loathe you, Thief of waking hours. Good terms can't be renewed, With all the time you've devoured. I want to see, think, and feel; I want to spend my time pondering what is real.
Listen to me, you apathetic, groggy naysayer of the morn, Downcast with your expression baggy-eyed and forlorn; Get up and get going, nurse your lethargy no more!
Well, it's 10 o' clock and lights are out. My roomate is snoozing, a lump of blankets. Through the dark, I hear a plane, soaring overhead with it's last passengers.
I'm still trying to catch up on all the hours of sleep that are lost with you.
DEAR TIRED EYES, HOW DO I SLEEPSOUNDLYWHEN THE WORLDIS VIBRANTAND BURSTING WITHCOLOR? HOW DO I SLEEPAT ALLWHEN I MISS SO MUCHAS MY EYELASHESFLUTTER SHUT?
Dear School, I don’t remember what it’s like to be refreshed. To wake up in the morning with a smile on my face And a can-do attitude.
Dear depression, As the tears stream down my face I begin to feel like A disgrace “we cant help you if you don’t speak” Is what they always say But what they do not know
I live moment to moment Heck, I am the moments I am that moment when you're in the middle of texting someone and they call you
This carpet is nice. I think I’ll rest here. Above me, the fan hums contentedly. Whooping round and round, again and again.
wide awake once again hoping sleep will be my friend but for now its late late at night my mind too filled to drift away
She's always surounded by people, but she's always lonely. She never runs out of energy, but she's always tired. She's always trying her best, but sometimes her best isn't enough.
You cannot cry for them, They don’t care. They don’t, And it’s that simple. She excludes you on purpose, Pushes you away. You thought she was your friend, But I guess you thought wrong.
Somewhere along the lines I stopped and decided Not to let my whole identity get wrapped inside What I thought you wanted—expected of me I could not live being an insincere fake—I tried.
I am not okay. This is all a lie. I'm not who you think. Let me clarify. I spend my days laughing off my pain; I spent my nights silencing my brain. I appear to have
It is two in the morning when I feel your warm hands begin to massage my feet. Two of us slumped over each other, tired-eyed, forgetting other life subsists
She sat in her 1994 Geo-Tracker, in the school parking lot-- feet on the dash and all. She was sipping on Robitussin, and smoking a cigarette.
Nothing is free In the grand scheme of things. But I want your lies tonight. Broken men have broken courage it's broken and miss construed. And I myself am broken. So let me have your lies like glue
Have you ever been so tired That your bones all creak Like a tree's branches in a gale, Or gate hinges in the summertime? Have you ever been so tired That the dust whipping around the skies
Words are beautiful,Singing softly to tuned ears,Lighting my tired heart.
Last night, my eyes were heavy;I was having trouble sleeping again,The room so dark I could not see,My skin raw, itching, and paper thin,
How do you sleep with so much in your head like a train circulating a mountain, full speed it's hard for you to go to bed like a victim fighting to be freed my mind gives me no peace
Feeling like nodding off Prop my feet up Taking a load off Tired of reading my book Heavy eyelids no longer look Saliva ooze to droop Worn out to the bone
As my body starts to shake, I realize I might begin to hyperventilate. Taking deep breathes, one by one, I start to gain control again. Overwhelmed and full of stress, I begin to have anxiety attacks.
These tears streaming down my face? They're for the hours I've spent pouring over books not soaking in information because my sleep depraved mind has lost its ability to absorb anything but the haunting melody of voices crying out give me rest.A
nothing can bring me peace here in the dark I am dying but the light lives that much is evident seen through shuttered windows
I'm tiredI'm Oh so tiredI don't know if I can take this anymoreIf I can stayIf I can play alongPretend to still be happyThe small upsAre no longer worth the crushing blows
God I hurt so much. Without you to talk to. Im trying so hard to fix it, but god I'm tired. Just tired. Emotionally, physically, psychologically. Is it even worth it at this point?
Do you remember how it felt when the wind blew pleasantly brushing your hair side to side? It's a comforting feeling, a feeling that one can appriecate, Even though it is not expected.
I knew I knew I loved you when I realized my favorite thing about you was your smile and the way it could light up the darkest rooms in my mind
My proclamation? This is what I've got; My motivation? Consider it shot; My concentration? Lost it on the spot; My procrastination? Worse than you thought; My generation?
Today, you were with me. You laughed when I laughed, we thought alike so often. Yet you seemed different, sad about, something. I wanted to ask you, but we're still being repaired.
The wheel of the year started with me in the sleeping death that is ashen winter snow. Everything that had been there had burned away; only charred remnants were left in the dead sea of what was.
I woke up so tired.Pain above my eyes,that reaches down my back,sinking its claws into my muscles.It crumbles the remains of my stomachsin its cruel handand squeezes so hard
Can I be quiet? Can I watch and just observe? Can I just be and not spend every second of my day proving that I am worthy of being heard?
call me out of the shadows i call home call me out of this place that stripped me to the bone call me out of the burning fire of life call me away from the blade of a knife
For once, I have never felt so desperate judging myself for what I am destined to be. Most don't find themselves until it is no longer expected from them. I am afraid to wait too long.
Mondays suck. I'd rather pet a duck, Or maybe a lamb, 'Cuz they're so adorable, man. You probably hate Mondays too, Enough to whack its inventor with a shoe.
Stomach shriveled Legs weak Loss of appetite Loss of sleep Constantly freezing Constantly stressed Why oh why am I so depressed? Hunger is gnawing I'm feeling so faint
Sleepless nights and restless day Mind in a fog, almost a daze School has got me in a craze Homework and test every week
Midday and I can't wait to sleep, Night comes and closed lids just won't keep. Then wake arrives to my defeat; Low energy, 12 hour day, Repeat.
Vodka I know you drank blankets the room A washer so rusted the orange seeps through these weary cracks of cement floors Smile covered face where I peppered you with kisses you can't feel
I'm tired of trying to be someone I'm not I'm tired of social conventions I'm tired of always writing the same plot I'm tired of new inventions I'm tired of stuffing my head full of facts
She's drowning It's heavy Weighing her down Realizing Long ago That she can't Swim Feeling weightless But the bad kind That makes you Feel like a shadow Like air
A sigh escapes Heart growing cold Tears squeezed out But nothing matters Not at the moment Everything is gone Your life is a lie Or so it seems But no energy Is left behind
Blood pulsing in your veins Feral growls passing through Eyebrows knit together All aimed at you Limbs quaking with anger Hands curl into fists Shaking to slam one Into a wall A floor
Midnight sparks the most marvelous sounds Music emits through the underground Insomnia wrecks me like lightning at sea The singing it bends me like wind breaking trees.
I’ve never been so sure that I’m tired It seems that something happens every week Just like the first time you ignore me But as time passes, it hurts even more I forget when it became unbearable
Have you ever lost the lack of sleep because the thoughts in your head become too deep? It dwells on your mind because most people cannot ever decide
I am tired. Tired of holding my tongue at the thoughts my mind shouts. What do I want to do? Who do I want to be? How will I make money? I do not know. And I am tired.
Its dark. I don't know where I am anymore; I could be dead, I could be asleep. All I know is that I don't care anymore. I feel peace here and I don't feel pain anymore. My cares are gone and I feel free.
I have grown incessantly tired Tired of being nice Tired of being understanding Tired of being forgiving Tired of being tolerant
Okay, that's enough of that I think that my mind has finally had enough of you I'm so very done with your shit (Pardon my language) In truth, I'm not even sure if It's your shit I'm done with
Do well in elementary To get good high school classes To get the good teachers To get a good GPA To get into a good college With a good major To get a good job To get a good career
I'm stuck in my head. I've run out of luck my brain and my heart; they bled. I'm stuck and I just want to get out. Climbing through the muck my head just screams and shouts.
You know the nights where your eyelids droop-- but you don't fall asleep, no, (you could only wish), instead you're just numb.
I stared fear in the eyes and asked it how was its day our staring match, lastedfor about five minutes and I refused to look away I am bigger I am not afraid I said, as I trembled in my legs
Not a word to an ounce of pain Nor a cry to weigh frustration Because even though I write this here I’ve given up translation
I just want to be done.
i'm growing tired of writing,but not for writings sakejust the printed words
When he talks to me
The sun shines out,
HE'S USING ME.
Starts out awful
"Pursue your dreams!" chippered voices encourage as mine pleads for guidance, "Just do what you love." Easier said than done in a restless world where every tune is heard except the one within.
It's late at night that I realize why I'm here,
Do you think its ok to keep trying even though you are not good enough Do you think that its ok to keep going even though you have tried hard but still have tasted defeat
My heart is breaking, my faith is shaking, too much is what all of this stress is taking. Can't calm down, can't look around, on the outside I smile. On the inside I frown... So tired of life,
tired. that's the one word that constantly replays in my head. sadness. a terrible feeling, like you're sinking down, down, down into the depths of the sea of despair :( lonely.
I take a deep breath, And the filters are turned off. My eyes are dark and tired My shouders - slumped in defeat My smile is now being worried away Between my imperfect teeth My hair comes down
Much Too Much
Ever have the feeling of being all alone? Like you have to hash out your problems all by yourself? Well, I feel you. These past few months, I've been feeling like no one has my back anymore.
Think not of it as a whirlpool in an empty tub of ice, Think of it as a riptide of rocks in a field of grass.
I know you are speaking, but I am not listening.
When you feel weighed down With arms and legs made of lead, Back broken, Bent over backwards, Spirits crushed like old soda cans, But you still say things like "I don't mind"
Why am I the way I am Maybe its because some god above says so
And she was high as she jumped off a building,
Depression isn't linear It doesn't follow a pattern or trend That's easy to see and understand It hits in places that leave bruises Under clothes and coverings That can't be seen without intimacy.
Not sleeping the night before Fatigued, feeling not up to par Watching the clock so intently Waiting for the day to be over So that you can run upstairs Brush your teeth and then Fall Fall
Sometimes I'll lie awake at night thinking of everything and nothing all at once (Another sleepless night) And every time, a thought will cross my mind (Never welcomed) And I become sad
Everyday feels the same, like im going insane, trying to stay in this game, No one knows, what I dare not show, And no matter where I go, You are there, showing you don't care
I'm just tired. Can't you see? This simply cannot be cured by sleep. It's not that kind of tired. It's a kind of tired that's quite at home in my bones. A tired that says I'm tired of everything.
Have you ever been So angry That you broke a wall Broke a heart Have you ever been So depressed That you only feel The blade against you skin Have you ever been
Neglect–ed Ringed out with blood and stretch marks. Wrinkles written in between the crevices of my eyes. They sting and burn. Fighting, fighting, and falling. I kept falling. I failed.
Notice me ticking Because I cant take every blow You so innocently throw At my ego Notice that I am struggling That I struggle To trust And open up to you.
ceiling cracks, broken backs,
A droplet of drowsiness, Hits my nose, Pulling my head down,
I am up stil lawake I don't do anything So I have no reason to still be up the late Maybe I'll grab something to eat But usually I just wait The best part is when I sleep
my head. It bobs. my eyes, they droop. my neck bends. don’t sleep! my fingers they slow, my breath it steadies. my work as my pillow. don’t sleep! minutes lag on as hours
I’m tired of being silent I can’t say that I’m having a hard time at school I can’t say that I’m having a hard time with friends
Where can you find a blessing
Why am I so hung up on a stupid message It's nothing I'm nothing At least to him... But what if we did Look each other in the eyes Remember each other at night
Things like this don’t go away The sadness builds as you try to be strong Some days you can’t even get out of bed You don’t tell the ones you love If you do they get mad Like it’s your fault you’re sad
He swore there was gold woven through the fabric of her skin, But the slightest ivory phantom slipped out of her mouth. As soon as she understood, she inhaled. "I take it back," she breathed
Wrong, you are tiring me out, enticing my mind with an apple that came from a tree that bore the fruit of the wicked, why?
I woke up today,
I have a thing for the moon. I'm scared to go to sleep. I think I'm scared. I have to be scared. That's the only explanation I'm scared to sleep
I strive for any sense of sanity my body has left
The wind dances through my bones like chimes,
I don't know who I am anymore. I don't know what it means to feel motivated in something that you really love doing since people expect you to be perfect. I continue to push but for what?
its not the usual kind of exhausted. i dont feel heavy, like ten pound barbells are in my eye sockets or like my blood is molten steel instead. no, my arms are not limp and lifeless
I’m so tired I feel the weariness in my bones Do you feel it? It comes off of me in waves You might not even feel it But I feel it I see it in my reflection Bags under my eyes
Pressing in from all sides anxieties, responsibilities must does and duty the to do list on the fridge the daily remainders and refrains keep the family together go to first job
And I tried not caring But this shit doesn't work. Everytime I think about it, it hurts. And it hurts worse That you don't even care I imagined life is game where players play fair
Everything makes me tired being in bed being out of bed sitting standing thinking Everything makes me tired
As I'm laying here in my bed, cherry blossoms bursting in my brain, I scratch an itch between the blue lines.
I’m Tired Tired of being told I can’t do something Tired of being told I’m too slow Tired of being told I’m too small Tired of being told I’m to week I’m Tired
I’m tired of going out and socializing with people. I’m tired of this suffocating loneliness. I’m tired of this life passing me by. I’m tired of getting involved. But most of all, I’m tired. I’m tired
Can't sleep. It's midnight. Twelve O Clock or maybe one. Tick, tock, tick, tock. gone.
Tired of winters And swollen rivers Chests heaving People leaving Want to sleep Maybe for weeks Need to sleep Maybe for weeks
I’m tired, So tired. Someone please let me sleep. I’ve been wandering for so long, Traveling through this vast desert. There’s nothing in sight No oasis like they claim,
I'm tired of trying
Im tired tired of waiting to have a perfect body tired of all the screaming tired of all the lies tired of not being perfect why cant life be easy why cant our generation be in peace
In the morning I wake to rush and runTo keep in time time timeIn the day I have so little funI keep in time time timeIn the noon I begin to swoonFor there is so little timeNot even enough for this rhyme
I’m giving up So sorry I just can’t anymore I can’t keep trying so hard for naught And I can’t waste my time I’m giving up happiness Because nobody gives a fuck about mine So why should I?
I’m not bullied,not me.I never have been,and I probably won’t be.But I’m sickand I’m tiredof watching these people laugh at other people.
Tired, to even when the pen scratches paper, an uneven blank etched scrawl, It mirrors the state of mind, a crease present now and for all the pages to come, Over lines and crossing through spaces,
They Stand Tall, Higher Than The Sky, I Know They Could Kill Me, But I Continue To Fight.
Pain I feel it taking over me inside The cries, the struggles The pain that needs to be set free Why did you hurt me? Why must I feel the way I do because of you So many questions gone unanswered
In a world of pain,lonliness and sadness i want to be their super hero with a magic wand that creates joy and happiness i'll make all sorrows disseaper and fill the earth with peace and content
The beauty of lifeEven through this strifeIs people’s abilitytheir uncanny adaptabilityTo hold in their palmthat one simple objectobject of calmThe ability to affect
I hope I make it to heavenmany Christians say this butdon't do the will of God
Life is a risk, once you're happy you feel like nothing can go wrong,
When I sit in school, I want to fly away. Up to the stars, To soar past Mars, I'd like to leave and play. This class is dumb, My brain is numb, My eyes are going blurry. My pen is dead,
"This is a very intense poem that is true, and it is very sad and painful going through this.
It's kind of like you're free falling with no parachute Your body feels weightless and you're floating You feel the wind rushing as you're diving towards earth But at the same time, time sort of stops
Intrigued by your mystery, captivated by your suspense, but you're Forbidden. Like eve nothing can stop this desire, you radiate Temptation.
she looks at her reflection in the mirrorand barely recognizes her own face
A little engine pushes past all obstacles, seemingly strong.A broken engine too much burden, falls to ashes at the stop.
It was the final set, Victory was near. It had come down to this, The world would get, And with one little sphere, Into a company of bliss. Match point, it was
night is when all of my monsters emerge.
Walking slowly my head faced down but it is too dark to see the ground Into the unknown I keep walking Still into my skin it pierces the cold deathly chill
I hear the slightest sound in the middle of the night. Both my heart and my breath have ceased for the moment.I am completely motionless.There goes another noise.This time, it is more distinct.
Before I get an "E", let me explain something please, I'm a very busy child and time always runs past me. I know you've alerted us, but with myself I never discuss,
The glass on my window moves back and forth The wind makes a pounding noise Every so often I have to check To see if someone is out there There never is anyone I am always alone And outside I can hear,
Sometimes we threw punches, Both verbal and with our fist, Though the bruises left over, Whether on our ego or on our face,
You’ve Got Mail I remember the movie well; Full of incomparable romance, Soul-mates of a sort Long since found
Through these blue eyes I see The destruction if a war scarred land By these cold hands I touch The lips of those that have died With this broken heart I feel
I grow weary with every step I take, down the endless broken path. My head grows heavy with every breath, my vision blurring through a swarm of tears.
Dreams are an escape from reality, A reality that we wish not to see, For with open eyes things become very clear, We see the world for what it truly is, So take a step back and breath in the atmosphere,
For years, I have been cheated. Exceeding your expectations with hesitation. I don't want to be read to, I came here to acquire your knowledge because you have a certification.
Darkness cascades over a cliche moment of loneliness. Circulation fails and my hands go numb, as I stare at a bright screen watching the rest of the world go by at 2 past witching hour.
Imprisoned Life Within a cage the heart does cry, No hope to stand against a lie And beats in pain to be set free
Mournful weeping rips through leaves And dewdrop tears rest so silently And I sit here perched up high Looking down at the time gone by I wonder of the years I've wasted
Sick and tired of being sick and tired. You scream our way, it will backfire. Are we out? Is it time? Do you give a crap, Mrs. Madeline? Is it necessary that we know, what becomes of the "planet" Pluto?
As the trees become pale The life sucked out of fragile leaves. The sky, covered in dull, meaningless clouds. I watch as Earth welcomes Winter With a friendly, extended hand.
pitter-patter like little feetraindrops tapping on mine pane bitter burns hiss and slitherremembrance dismantles my sane moist summers and eerie chimesfingertips lost within your mane
My eyes glaze over, His words drown out. I know he is speaking, But no words come out. Pondering between yawns, Correcting his lessons in my head. His words never make sense,
There is a time when one must step back and see the tens of thousands of backstories working together to build one using only the tissue of the heart. They carve in and haul out,
I wonder if the other tired eyeshang low like their hearts because past loversare in the past and the future movesfast,so fast.
You exhaust me. That hardly describes it. I wish there was a better phrase for putting my emotions through a spin cycle. You didn't even hang me out to dry.
The world as perceived by the saddest of the sad is just a rusty radio Static Turned low, so's not to wake my neighbor. Too tired to turn it off too worn down to search for a signal. So, resigned, I sit
I can feel my heart beat It beats so slowly now But it thumps And it thumps So loudly I can feel my hand twitch I can't control the way it moves It shakes so softly now
Why do I constantly feel like shit? Maybe I'm just Tired.
When I was younger, I had always wished to be Invisible. I used to put a blanket over my head, hide in corners of the room. I always thought of how cool it would be to be there but unseen.
I'm twisted twisted up inside drowning in this love for you the knot in my throat only worse with every fleeting moment
These things you tell yourself at midnight When you're alone and those thoughts in your head just won't shut up. And all you want is some Goddamn silence
I woke up from my nap and my eyes were really dry. To the bathroom I applied the eye drops. Twice I blinked. They were still dry. Dry and red, Irritated.
I have no heart, So how do I live ? I have no love, so what do I give ? I have no feelings so what do I spill . Why do I have I never have time to chill ? Why does being fake prevent you from being real ?
Love can't be touched; Love isn't tame; Love won't give you fame; I love you so much i cant help but clutch my heart that you used as a game.
Life is rough and we all have experienced the bumpy roads keep your head up and hang in there you see those bullies? that storm that just crushed your home? the adversities you face everyday? dont let them get to you
Wondering mind leads you to question how to mend this relationship we so helplessly destroy. It's like love without a purpose yet love of such chaos brings also moments of joy.
There once was a girl who knew everything, A witty comeback, an intelligent review, a passing observation All eloquently exhaled from her blood red lips. With a transparent snap of her fingers
I know me saying this isn't right But it's how I feel I really want to end my life Yes I am for real
This ring and I have been through it all Seasons, months, funerals and joy This ring is my brother, my sister, and friend Till death do us part this ring is my man
Time together spins a silver flurry The night wraps around my limbs to comfort Vital force screams for you from my body Will, tenet, and my guard are taken down Affection from you melts me like chocolate
Long brown hair, Dark, frizzy and out of touch. Long black lashes, Glasses that covered her big brown eyes.
Trust Issues I loved him I thought we were forever But he had someone else He thought he was clever
It’s a hard thing to describe It’s so hard to explain Just I can’t help it Feeling this way Just the way you smile The way you sing a song Makes my heart soar A million miles away
Feeling alone Let down Hurt Misunderstood Unloved Ready to cry at any given moment Just wanna be hugged, and loved , and held , and asked are you ok I cry at the most random moments
Sometimes certain situations are just so hard to deal with, other situations are easy, but the hard ones teach you a lesson in life, weather its for the worst or the better.
dam valentines is already hear for real cuz i need more then a day to show you how i feel i remember the first day that we met u had a ponytail n u was wearin sweats I thought to myself you look kinda cute
I often look to the yellow lillies in the garden on campus Friends pass me and time shifts Is it not the success that people want? Or perhaps it's the driven motive in which we attempt to strive Unjust it truly is,
He stands alone Fighting to hold it together, but he's already breaking Crying the tears that no one should have to shed Using black to help conceal the pain so red
Mother once told me That everything was ok That there was another day For me to believe And feel relieved But nothing was ok.
No one knows her story like I do so let's see if you can understand it too.
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I care so much it hurts.. Deep inside my heart, And now my eyes are open Because we are apart, This world is fading. It is turning dark. My bright world of smiles, Has begun to fall apart.
Tired, restless Heart beats in your chest and Breathless You’re smothered by the background and Bound, restricted and backed into a corner Hungry and famished, your throat aching to sing a song
You tell me I'm no good With every word I say Everything comes out lies, betrayal, and trust including your own friends would say those things Have you seen the things I've done? No.
I bet you don't even notice That your criticisms really hurt Please try to screen The awful things that you blurt.
Pain inside, Dripping down from me like a poisonous surprise, Why does my heart keep beating, When all things lovable seem to be fleeting. Oh joy, the gracious sunrise has come to take me home,
Sadness is so peculiar It creeps up on you, and then bam, It hits you with its full force It overpowers you And you don’t know what to do You just sit there, weeping, hoping
There is a castle underneath the Sea, Under the Moon. Only those who have lost can see it. Only the ones that have felt true sorrow.
I’m staring into your beautiful eyes, As we sit away from the world, What people say about us is only lies, There’s nothing wrong with me and you.
You know that feeling When you’re empty and alone When there is no one you can turn to Remembering when the sun once shone You used to be able to laugh About nothing at all
Sometimes it hurts to live, To wake up and not have a reason to... It hurts to move, to remember, to want. That pain once constantly plagued my heart... Until I realized there IS a reason.
I'm going to take this time to say, that this woman is beautiful l in her own way. From the joy in her smile and the sparkle in her eyes, proves that there is more than this woman then betwee her thighs.
I’m so glad you’ve moved on I’m so glad you’ve found better you finally look like your life is together I’m so happy you’ve moved on and found someone that makes you smile someone that makes you feel
I am tired of playing this sick game I don't understand why I always take the blame Sure I don't give people the impression But it sure feels like depression Someone needs to take the pain away
My eyelids like lead As I walk on wearily I long for my bed But work continues drearily Knees buckle poorly My head bowed down No longer step I surely I bear a grave, grave frown
Last days for Dad, I wasn't really glad, So naive and harsh, Mom told me, "I'm done." "As we change, we're going to have fun." I sat in the car with relief and despair,
(poems go here) Its da same stuff jus a different day n I'm tired I'm tired of da fussin n fightin da uncontrolable cryin I'm tired of goin 2 bed at 4am thnkn wat if?
A solid heart or a plastic smile? I wonder and ponder on this subject in my class , My teacher distorting history to make plenty cash , I just back and laugh .
Pain in my sight Feeling like there's no more fight I can't sleep through the night With all these tear feel like it ant real My Momma my queen We living in these streets
How does it feel to be let down, lead on, lied to, and hurt How does it feel to be kicked down, stepped on and treated like dirt How does it feel to love someone who doesn't love you back
Sometimes we fall, we fall down down down, into the abyss we go, untill we hit the bottom. We hit hard. Adrenaline rushes through veins. A rabbit runs along. “I'm late, I'm late, I'm late.”
Come one! Come all! Come look! Come see! Does anyone want to play the Knife Game with me? Ah you! The girl in the front, with the pretty hair! Come play the Knife Game, if you truly dare!
I was tried of it all The profanity The abuse The lies I told My caring parents I though I couldn’t do anything But when all of the above Came into one I had to do something
Sitting down alone Just contemplating the day What is this pain in my bone Is it the pain of my dreams fading away
I am always there for my friends, But is anyone there for me? No, Can I go out on weekends? Yes, But I will be alone, Or with my love, But that is not so bad, Do my friends even think of me?
IN A WORLD FULL OF PEOPLE why do I feel so alone? With a life so blessed Why do I feel so poor? Perhaps poor of happiness or poor of self confidence Plastered by the image of over confident or cocky
Alarm clock wakes me Push snooze. Nine minutes later Alarm clock wakes me