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  • LorryTruckLorryTruck Definition of a mental mess and a certified lost cause :) EnglandPosts: 2,019 Boards Champion
    I'm wasting time
    Looking and the clock and wondering why
    If I'm so worthless to you, then why am I alive?
    If you want me dead then why wont you take the knife?

    Why won't you take my life?

    If you could see the anger burning my veins
    If you could see my pain when you look at my face
    Would you still think I'm a disgrace?
    Someone better of dead that shouldn't be replaced?

    When you look in my eyes, what do you find?



    I know you've heard this before, but you've got to be strong now...
    lovemimoonDistraction
  • rainskyerainskye ➳ lds, uk Posts: 127 The Mix Convert
    You told me I was yours, but that's not how I felt.

    On our last date, we went to our favourite restaurant and I kept the menu and haven’t looked at it since.
    I keep it in my desk drawer and try not to remember the way your voice cracked when you Whispered my name and breathed your secrets into my mouth before trying to rip them back out Through my heart when you decided you’d had enough.

    At night I lay awake and commend my mind and conjure up any thought that’s not you and your green eyes and dimples.

    But in the grand essay of your past lovers,
    I am the typo on the third page that knocks down your grade 2 points,
    The screw up you would do anything to hit backspace on,
    I am the messy extra space that is somehow overlooked by your blind eyes because it’s 2am and you stopped giving a crap at 10.

    I am the coffee stain that gives away your lack of sleep,
    Like a badge worn across your chest
    Like a bruise on your forehead that she won't notice when she leans into kiss you.

    And I’m awake every morning,
    Judged and heartache and heavily breathing out the rhythm your heart would play,
    As I lie at night with my head on your chest,
    And my heart in your hands ,
    And my body on your mind.

    I was the red button you weren’t supposed to press,
    No matter how many times you were told not to,
    I was the wet paint sign you couldn't resist touching,
    I was the fire alarm you just had to pull.

    But I would burn my tongue on hot chocolate watching the sun rise with you again and again
    If it would resurrect the christmas lights that burn like dying stars in my stomach,
    And the fleeting moment when I truly believed you could love me again.

    Kisses were like butterfly wings that became bats all too quickly.
    Your love is like a fever that broke too fast, sweating and crying at 2am.

    LorryTrucklovemimoonDistraction
  • LorryTruckLorryTruck Definition of a mental mess and a certified lost cause :) EnglandPosts: 2,019 Boards Champion
    Walking along the edge
    Drowning in my head
    Think I'm sorta obsessed
    With the thought I'm better of dead

    These thoughts are screaming
    Wrists are bleeding
    But I'm not leaving
    I won't stop breathing

    I will hide it
    Suffer in silence
    So you don't call me a liar
    I bow down my highness

    Searching for reasons
    Just want to stop feeling

    I will stay
    I dont care if I'm never OK

    I wont let them beat me
    I will stay breathing
    I know you've heard this before, but you've got to be strong now...
    Distraction
  • DistractionDistraction Noob ScotlandPosts: 303 The Mix Regular
    I finally wrote a poem thanks to @LorryTruck for suggesting to write everything out, btw really love your poems LorryTruck <3

    *TW*

    Dancing with SH

    Deception is what I fell for,
    Believing you could fix me.
    I thought with you…
    I’d never feel lonely,
    I thought…
    You’d always be with me,
    I didn’t realise you were just trying to kill me,

    The same way I didn’t know that such relief comes with such agony,
    And now.
    I sit here,
    Wishing we never met,
    Because all I want is for you to finish it.
    But I’ll always be in your debt.
    lovemimoonLorryTruck
  • DistractionDistraction Noob ScotlandPosts: 303 The Mix Regular
    edited June 17
    Hannah


    My sister.

    My friend.

    I think I forgive you.

    May you rest in peace and may my love protect you.

    <3<3<3
    lovemimoonLorryTruck
  • LorryTruckLorryTruck Definition of a mental mess and a certified lost cause :) EnglandPosts: 2,019 Boards Champion
    edited July 17
    @Distraction You're poems are always really amazing as well! <3 Some of the stuff I remember sometimes because they're so powerful. Keep writing! <3

    PTW:::::

    mental monsters

    I couldn't see the warning signs
    It happens all of the goddamn time
    My mind is so slow it's left behind
    I am tired of living my life on the side
    Every word you say hits me like knives
    All you ever do is criticize
    I'm sick of all your manipulative lies
    Not going to deny it you're one of a kind.

    You are a monster
    I let you control me
    You are a monster
    I let you hold me
    You are a monster
    I let you console me
    You are a monster
    I let you eat a hole in me

    mod edit: spelling correction on request
    Post edited by Mike on
    I know you've heard this before, but you've got to be strong now...
    lovemimoonDistraction
  • DistractionDistraction Noob ScotlandPosts: 303 The Mix Regular
    Thank you Lorry Truck, that means a lot to me <3
    LorryTruck
  • DistractionDistraction Noob ScotlandPosts: 303 The Mix Regular
    So if my childhood ever gets brung up, I get reminded that I was just a kid, I was 12 when I moved away from it all and that's suppose to mean I don't remember and that I'm not affected by it which makes me feel like I'm not suppose to be hurting over it, that I'm suppose to be fine.

    You were just a kid


    I was just a kid,
    Constantly being told to die,

    I was just a kid,
    Whose mother threatened suicide.

    I was just a kid who was trying to get by,

    I was just a kid trying to keep her mother alive,

    I was just a kid!

    A kid in the dark,

    A kid scared for her life,

    A kid who used knifes.

    Yes, I was just a kid

    And I fucking survived.
    lovemimoonLorryTruck
  • lovemimoonlovemimoon 🦋 Posts: 1,689 Extreme Poster
    I love reading your poems, guys! <3
    I can see the emotions behind it and honestly, it's comforting. <3
    LorryTruckDistraction
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