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Nate 3d
"i don't know." i said.
"don't know what to do,
don't know where to go."
"it is dark in here." he said.
"dark in your head,
dark in your heart."
"it's okay." we said.
"okay to feel the pain,
okay to be yourself."

"it is your fault." we were told.
"your fault that the world is dying,
your fault that nobody believes."
"is it our fault?" our brain asked.
"can i ever do something good?
am i ever enough for them?"

"should i go?" my heart asked.
"yes." my brain said. "you should."
"why?" they're asking on the news.
"why?" the parents ask at home.
"this is why." my spirit is thinking.
thinking when i rise up, up to god.
So tired of being the owner of a heart that's broken
All I want is the courage to love with arms wide open
But everything I've seen and everyone i know tells me it's not worth it
But how could it not be worth it?
Every time I start trying to make myself better
My brain keeps asking does it even matter
The hardest thing about living with depression
Is when you lose hope you'll ever notice your reflection
But just like there's more than one way to hurt
There's more than one way to heal
And you deserve to know that your pain is real
There's gonna be some bad, but it's gonna feel so good
When you realize it's OK if you're misunderstood.
It's gonna take some time, but you're gonna be ok. Because for what it's worth, I'll be with you every step of the way
Nate 4d
Life is a game.
A game I don't know the rules of.
When I say nothing , I lose.
When I say something, I lose.
When I quit, I lose.
I don't want to lose.
When I say nothing they win and laugh.
When I say something, the win and laugh.
When I quit, they probably win too and laugh.
For who am I playing?
Myself? Them? The world?
I play because I don't know.
Don't know what to do.
But what if I could quit?
What if I could reset the game?
Would I be happy? Would I win?
Or am I doomed to lose forever.
Life is no game.
I can quit, but never reset.
It will hurt, but not like this.
Is is worth it? Am I lying to myself?
Yes I am. Life is a choice.
I make the choice to live.
Live even when quitting is easier.
Those are my rules for the game.
The game of life.
this is about me and how i feel sometimes
Nate 4d
what? what can we do?
do for them, for the world.
world full of hate.
hate coming from you.
you don't know what i do.
do know, but never tell.
tell in this life time.
time that runs out.
out of our hands.
hands who are broken.
bloken like broken hearts.
hearts who love, but don't feel.
feel the pain insite of me.
me and you and we.
we... we don't say we.
we love, we hate, we...
we know, know that we know
know, that i love you.
you love you, like you love me.
me and you are the same
same like brothers and sisters.
sisters and brothers who are broken.
broken because they love.
love each other...
It's dark but it won't stay this way
When a broken heart releases some of the pain
With a goodbye to yesterday
And a welcomed smile for today

It is like a burst of song
Knowing tomorrow may never come
A moment where night becomes day
To focus on life again.

© Debra Lea Ryan
21.04.2025
In Song @ You Tube >  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UguPUq0I5TQ
CJ Sutherland Apr 14
I can think of younger days
My stories slowly fade away
Lessons learned how to love
How to mend a broken heart
Discern between the light and dark

I’m a simple poet a realist to the core
Youth Arguing fighting, keeping score
Impetuous, impatient, demanding
Stubborn opinionated long standing

Writing in the heat of a fight
When my wrath verbally take flight
All of my poetry comes from within
From the depth of my soul original Sin

How do you mend a broken heart?
That’s how I write how I start
As I age, I entered into another phase
Most of which for me a mazes

I have the grace and wisdom to hold on
A movie, A word, A sentence,, A song,
All day long these muse I choose
They carry me back to a simpler day
In a world, that believed in God we pray

Today, my life simplicity ever changing
Duplicity beliefs are constantly rearranging
I am 64 with 1 foot out the door
New styles of poetry I explore

Believe, hope, faith, pray
These are not just words I say
Just as poetry is the fabric of me
No time like the present to write poetry


Inspired song
How can you mend a broken heart?
By Al Green, 1972
BLT word of the day challenge
April 13, 2025 reminiscent
Too reminisce is to talk, think, or right about some thing that happened in the past.
Niranjan R Mar 12
The pain was brutal, unable to bear
She was gone forever,
Why wasn't I there for her?
While she prayed for me to stay with her?
Was I even a good lover?
But she was gone forever,
Never to say, "Only you and I, hereafter"

Closed my eyes to drown the regret,
But all the good memories with her
Were now nightmares, too much to bear,
But she was gone forever,
Never to make new ones, ever

The pain was brutal, why was she gone?
I looked at the mirror, saw a broken one
What made me lose her, my only one?
I will remove them, one by one!
And once I was done
I looked at the mirror, saw they were gone
The one left standing, the one she loved,
I smiled at myself, I sat down
It was quiet all around
Also, inside
I was free
Forever in peace
The small warfield of myriad battles
few were triumphant, a lot were fatal
burdened with despair, fidgeted and unrest
once there dreams were sought to nest

home for love, passion and reform
gloomy it turned, after the storm
beating up being weary and worn
bear the freight of promises torn

one half of mine through thick and thin
confidant of every defeat and win
the secrets that it kept within
throbbing inside like spiny whin

reconvening the shreds of heart
razed by one and was torn apart
still it is ready to be my friend
pledged to never leave me in end
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