Scribbles (Pt.1)
Scribbles (Pt.1) for fun stories

todo_doki_doki A slightly melodramatic teen
Autoplay OFF   •   a year ago
Handwritten poems I wrote instead of doing school work

Scribbles (Pt.1)

Poem 1 | Teenage Angst

Song Suggestion : Blasphemy - Bring Me The Horizon / Bury Me Face Down - Grandson


Why must I feel this way?

Why am I surrounded by so much darkness? Why do I have to know so much pain?

Tell me - why am I so filled with hate?

I'm tired. Tired of the chaos that is my mind.

It's fraying at its fragile seams, ready to tear apart.

Am I even alive any more?

It feels like I'm falling with no end in sight. Spiralling so far downwards.

Will any one save me? Will any one drag me out of my messed-up mind - out of this darkness?

Does any one care enough to even try?

I can't. I just can't anymore. I'm done.

So filled with doubts. Stuck with the fear I immured within my own self.

I'm confused. I'm lost. I'm bitter. I'm afraid.

Don't tell me what to feel. Don't tell me that's not what you want me to be.

I'm forcing this smile for you. Happy now?

Is it pretty enough? Is it real enough? Am I good enough now?

I'm sick of your expectations. I'm tired of what you're trying to force me to be.

I'm sick of this.

I'm sick of you.

Just leave me alone.

Wait no.... Wait yes. Just go. Go.

I'm numb. I can't feel anymore. I'm tired of thinking. Of living. Of surviving even.

The colors are fading away; it's all gloomy skies and sorrow-filled clouds.

Where's the silver lining you promised? Where's the damned rainbow after the storm? Was that a lie too?

The lights are dimming every so slowly. They're blinking out.

I'll stay awake... Cause it's hard to fall asleep these days.

Hope's all gone now. Sanity's all that is left.

Don't leave me. Please don't. I can't do this all alone.

Someone... save me if you can.

I'm begging you. Anyone out there who's even willing to listen. Help me.

... P l e a s e?


"And I wonder why -

I tear myself down to be built back up again.

All I hope somehow -

I'll wake up young again.

All that's left of myself -

Holes in my false-confidence.

And I'll lay myself down -

And hope I'll wake up young again."

False Confidence - Noah Kahan

Stories We Think You'll Love 💕

Get The App

App Store