Poems From an Existential Crisis

Self Destruct

I found solitude in destruction.

With smoke to fill my lungs,

pills to hide my true thoughts,

&

bitter liquids to drown in.

Finding truth in the void

was the only thing my sad little life had come too.

~

Monochrome

Colors in the sky made me feel,

more than you’d ever imagine.

Blue, the embodiment of my emotions,

dripping down a blank canvas.

Red, a roaring anger,

splattering across anyone looking to help.

Together, coming to be purple,

a color I was never fond of.

Eventually I learned

of black and white.

Discovering that if I view the world in

complete monochrome.

I was less likely to feel the pain of never finding the

pot of gold at the end of the rainbow.

~

tips pt. 1

Tips for living,

when the only thing you want is to not be alive.

Find solitude in the darkness, loneliness is your only friend.

Hold your breath, it should all be over soon love.

Pray for the inevitable, beg for it to come faster.

Living is never a good time, when all you want is release.

~

tips pt. 2

Tips for living,

when everything hurts.

Never try to hard, you’ll seem annoying.

Never use too much effort, you’ll get called mean things.

Never be too happy, it’ll always go away soon.

And lastly,

never believe when people say you’ll be okay,

they are most likely lying.

~

Solitude

Solidarity in the dark

finds peace within my soul.

Living alone in my mind,

creates a humble home for

all the traumatizing thoughts within.

~

The Others

I’ll never look like the others,

I’ll never find love like the others,

all the others so

beautiful & kind.

Then there’s me.

lost,

lonely,

&

lustful.

~

3AM

the hour of bursting minds.

when poets and painters bleed their creations.

&

when the poisoned youth feel less sick.

3AM

the hour tears are finally wiped away.

when darkness will never feel better.

&

when black hearts match the blackest skies.

3AM

the hour its okay to not be okay.

the hour your dark side comes out to play.

~

Day

Sunrise,

when light begins to pour into the room.

The time when I fear freedom,

cower in the final pates of darkness

&

avoid looking to the new sky.

Sunrise,

only brought terror.

As the light comes up from the ground,

my only friends leave me,

for the darkness of the next night.

~

Night

Sunset,

when darkness comes out to play.

The time I feel most alive,

most myself,

as I am alone.

Sunset,

midnight covers me,

wraps me up

&

hides me away.

The darkness of the night

let's my demons have a place to stay.

~

Sleeves

I put my heart out on my sleeve

not for the purpose

of love.

But as a white flag

begging for help

from myself.

~

Tainted

My lips spew

lovely lies

saying I was fine,

&

that everything was golden.

Allowing people to see the

fake smile,

letting people believe I was okay.

Allowed me to seem normal

enough

for a tainted society.

~

Lonely

When loneliness

is your only friend

it is much

easier

to see

nothing

in everything.

~Bitterness

Drowning my pain in a bottle of vodka

was the only thing I was good at anymore.

The bitterness of the clear substance

usually took the bitterness my life contained

just for a little while at least.

~

Power

My body,

once a toxic warzone,

had become something of worth.

My soul,

once a lost energy,

had found it's way towards a gleaming light.

My mind,

once an unforgiving natural disaster,

had eventually fed the seeds of wonder & creativity.

Everything has it's purpose in the universe,

in life's chain of events,

pain eventually becomes power.

~

Afterlife

She drowns her sorrows

in knowledge.

Because at least then,

she knows an idea of

the afterlife.

~

Forgotten

Poetry is nothing

but

the final words forgotten to say

at the end of a

heated argument.

~

Storyteller

Stand a poet at the top of a mountain,

they'll view it differently.

They will call the void,

scream at the top of their lungs.

Words will fester,

grow from roots of pain.

Each tree represents a life,

waiting to have it's story told.

Stand with a poet at the top of a mountain,

you'll see the world through a million stories.

~Petals

Flowers die in the winter

&

re-blossom in the spring.

That's what I did,

but a few petals never did come back.

~

Notebooks

The little bit

of light

left in my soul.

Always shined

through the pages

of my notebook.

~Golden

If you reach inside her

you'll find broken shards of glass.

Dipped in gold

&

covered in the words of her enemies.

~

Stars

Deals with the

Devil,

seem less

problematic

then begging the

stars

to help you out.

~~~

Thank you for reading! Poetry and prose has always been a passion of mine! I am currently working on my first book, title will be revealed if this goes over well to be completely honest.

My name is Sierra Lynn, I am 19, and I write about my life.

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