This poem only available on Stories Space. If you are reading it elsewhere, it has been stolen.Sing silence a song of a void in the nightWhere the stars sink in oilAnd vain they scream outAs the phantasms suck all theirBright shine awayAnd the glow of the moonSpins away to the deep of theAching abyssThat is this torturedSoul.Cut my wrists,Slit my throat,Spill my blood on the earth;Burst my heart in the gripOf the demons w...
This poem only available on Stories Space. If you are reading it elsewhere, it has been stolen.Peach perfect moon in an apricot sky,There are footsteps in the stardustWhere the diamonds of the sunCause a waterfall of velvet heatAnd shining shards of opal tearsTo stream on the horizon onThe edge of nightfall's waningWhere the dank abyss is hiding'Neath the dusky cotton clouds.Sunshine old and mellowLifts me airborne raised...
Depression is the fear of never being good enough. Depression is curling into a ball against the wall and not being able to breathe while you don't sob. Depression is being afraid to ever be single, because you don't believe you'll ever find someone else. Depression is needing just someone to care enough to be the person who makes you not-single. Depression is self-hatred. Depression is self-deprecating. Depression is def...
When you can’t eat, can't sleep, can't breathe without them. When your chest tightens up and it feels as if a hand has reached up inside your chest, squeezing your heart between cold fingers. When your eyes sting because there’s no more tears left to cry. When all you want is better times but know that they’re gone forever, like a memory that will never fade, like a dream that became a nightmare. When you lie awake at...
A soft breeze flowing through the boughs of the deciduous trees, racing its way across empty fields of grass and slow moving streams and ponds, carrying on it the music of the night. Crickets chirped in the shadows, working together to create a symphony. With the birds gone and streetlights on everywhere, moths hummed and buzzed everywhere, trying to reach the mysterious glowing objects. The stars overhead shined bright,...
Hi, I'm Martyna Smith. I was born September 22nd. My friends call me Marty and my best friend calls me penguin. If I were to tell people my story they would call me an attention seeker. Maybe attention is exactly what I need. Somewhere in this world people like me don't want to die. We want to be saved. I know what it's like to want to die. How it hurts to smile. How you try to fit in but you just can never seem to. How y...
Have you ever felt like you don't belong in this world? I have Have you ever went to bed hoping you didn't wake up in the morning? I have Have you ever had suicidal thoughts that you couldn't get away from? I have Have you ever not known what to do in your life? I have Have you ever had to go through your whole day with a fake smile plastered on your face? I have Have you ever wanted to end everything just as fast as it s...
Life What is life? Why do we live it? What the point? When will everyone be happy? All these questions and more run through my head as I think of my life Is life really worth living? Were all going to die one day anyway. What is our purpose? Do we even have a purpose? A meaning? I don't feel like I do Life? It's one word yet has so much meaning to some people To me? It's just a word
"What's depression like?" he asked. It's like being at the bottom of the ocean and not being able to breathe, but seeing everyone around you breathing. It's like trying to move on, but not knowing which direction is forward. It's like going to sleep wishing and hoping you don't wake up in the morning. It's like feeling 100% worthless and not knowing your purpose. It's like feeling like you did something to make everyone s...
This is the second attempt on a collaboration I participated in on Anxiety / Release. This one didn't make the cut, but I am posting all the poems I wrote as part of the journey. It was dark times in my head as I wrote this, and travelled the path to the final piece. I hope you enjoy this, or at the very least, appreciate the emotion and passion that went into it. Feelings persist, gnawing at my core, burrowing inch by bl...
It still lives inside of me. Grasping me closer to the edge. I let it control me because I learned to love it. This creature is my beloved sorrow that lives by the pain it causes me. I wonder if I can make it out alive. Sometime I wonder how I can sleep at night. Can you see? What I have become... I'm still waiting for the worse to come. I’m here just living day by day. I’m always asking myself when everything started. Pa...
I wrote this piece as the first effort in a collaboration between myself and an artist. The theme was Anxiety / Release. They said I was wrong in the head, a case study for the shrinks. Neurotic, psychotic... and a few other - otics and - olics. Uniqueness allows me to stand out, drawing attention by my lack of animation, but they call it a case. Although I try to live normally, quiet pressure builds from outside and my s...
I am here for so many hours in a day, Why don't you reach out in some kind of way.A phone call or a text seem rather nice,You seem rather cold, your mood like ice.I am always doing nice things for you,I'm starting to get sad again and feeling blue.I know you are busy with your job,You come across like a total snob.I have feelings and often feel sad,I'm at my boiling point and now I am mad.I feel you feel very comfortable...
Just because she doesn't cry, Doesn’t mean a thing. What she’s piddling with Is a hainted heart. Sometimes tears Can't cause a river Deep enough for a woman To dip her haint of a heart in --Not when she has lived too long In such a short time. What is the purpose of a tear If not to soothe? A woman can grow dry Inside Like burnt leaves, Discarded among dead roots Of hollow trees Leaning naked in the wind. N...
Drowning deep within one’s self Echos of fears and memories past Pressures of self doubt Resurfacing from time to time Eroding what’s left of one’s self confidence Seeking, searching for something Some answers that may help end the insecurity Intoxication or drugs seem to be the key Only masking the truth behind the pain Needing to find the individual cure.
