I'm laying here tonight
In the bed we used to share
Looking at your side hurts
Without you it's so bare
I pull your pillow close to me
But you scent is gone too
As tears roll down my face
My heart breaks again missing you
It hurts a little extra knowing
You leaving is because of me
This burden I'll carry forever
I deserve all this misery
I don't deserve happiness
That fact should be known
I deserve this life of regret
That I'll forever spend alone
With each day that passes
My misery continues to grow
Once I could hide it so well
Now it's beginning to show
No longer will it be hidden
Behind some crafty disguise
Or simply be dismissed
With my deceitful lies
It's hard for me to accept
That I'm losing my control
I'm forced to watch and disgust
As my misery kills my soul
I feel I've been depleted
I have nothing left to give
My misery has gained all control
Over this meaningless life I live
(for the dreams we swallow to stay "grateful")
There was a life I promised myself,
clear, simple, mine.
I still see it sometimes,
just past the edge of my days,
like a door I never got to open.
I don’t talk about it.
Can’t.
People would say “be grateful,
others have it worse”.
So I carry it quiet.
On silent nights it sits on my chest,
the weight of the life I didn’t live,
as heavy as if I had lost it twice.
We war not, with flesh and blood you see,
The battle for our soul, is inside of you and me.
It’s the darkness, that the world slips in the heart,
all the hurt, anger and frustrations, it tears us all apart.
We all have our own battles, in this life you see,
warring against flesh and blood, only adds to our misery.
When all the hurt, anger and pain, is alive inside,
from these things, we have no place to hide.
We have to face them, head on in truth you see,
our one true battle, is inside of you and me.
To take those things, that destroys the heart,
thoughts, feelings and emotions, play there very part.
Putting them in, there true rightful place,
with forgiveness, understanding and grace.
To see, to know, and to understand,
the battle of the soul, isn’t fought by hand
There is a way, that seems right to us, you see,
yet they only bring about, more than misery.
Dear anxiety
You have been getting to me in the past few days
Can you leave now?
My head hurts too much
My body refuses to move
My mind is paralyzed from the weight
It is making me suffocate
It's too much now
The pills are finished
The feeling of disappointment leaves marks.
How deep? Uncertain?
I wonder about the way I should die
I hate hanging, I might go with the knives.
It's okay
Nobody will even notice that I'm gone
My presence won't stick
It will slough and shred
Even in your memory
I will be discarded
My legs feel stiff from running too much
Bandages mangled with the scars hidden
Nothing is wrong with me
Just an empty mind
And a body feeling like prison
Tear me apart
Piece by piece
Spill them on the floor
Then step on me
Crush me a little more
What do I do
Wait for a miracle
Or just watch myself crumble
Maybe neither
Already the knife is stained red
The blood is free
Blissfully happy to fall.
Misery loves company,
That's one thing for sure;
And counting curses as you moan,
Won't bring about a cure;
For thinking 'bout unhappiness,
And things that make you frown,
Aren't gonna help a single thing,
It only brings you down.
Don't sit and feed this sickness,
With worry and distress.
Don't sit and mull it over,
Thus causing self duress.
Your woes will seem so heavy,
That you can scarcely move,
And life won't seem worth living,
Your whole manner will exude,
A kind of awful bitterness,
That eats you up inside,
So count your blessings 'stead of curses,
Cultivate some pride,
In all that God has done for you,
And all the He will do,
And thank Him every day that dawns,
For all He's given you.
You'll find your heart feels lighter,
And you'll smile instead of frown,
If you'll turn your face toward The Son,
Stop staring at the ground.
Sitting in a corner of a hospital,
Reading the weather of faces,
An invisible line divides the people:
One still holds a trace of courage,
Others’ eyes are filled with misery.
Moving toward the haunted silence of ICU
Of an illustrious military hospital,
Amid all the luxurious equipment,
There is a doomsday silence.
Somewhere, a dreadful sound is heard—
Pumping oxygen into an unconscious man;
Its sound—like a ticking clock,
Measuring the time left
Till the end of a world.
In the wards, too, a distinction lies:
Some eyes glitter with fragile hope,
Some, in despair and sickness, grow dim.
It is harsh to breathe
In that mourning environment.
Why are we born,
If the end is this cruel?
Miseries, atrocities, afflictions—
Even here, between breath and silence.
Regardless of why I was dying, I’d stopped trying,
Courage dwindling, power idling,
Pursed lips, liquid and glass colliding,
Forming what I viewed as my life’s last attempt at hiding.
Nevertheless, chances were scare,
I’d decided to laugh at gods stretched hand toward my heart.
The unreceived care I’d pushed away through pipes,
The smoke and mirrors I’d danced around at dark.
Through all my pain and suffering I’d experienced throughout my life,
No one else’s soul but mine had the ability to tear me apart.
Feminine wiles have no effect.
This grumpy old man will not budge.
Attracts misery like a magnet.
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: Honorable Mention 2026
bad moods are for scrooges and ppl that hate their lives
Oh happy day (oh happy day)
Oh happy day (oh happy day)
When Donny croaks (when Donny croaks)
He gasps and chokes (when Donny croaks)
The doctor pokes (when Donny croaks)
And sez "That's it, folks" (Oh happy day).
Black rose, black rose all may know your beauty
but your pain nobody knows.
Black rose, black rose oh the sorrow that you hold,
I feel it tearing deep into my soul, but you'll never let me close.
I guess that's why you were born with oh so many thorns, but just to be close to you
I'll be gladly sliced and torn.
Black rose, black rose the agony would be worth it all, just to feel a love
none has known before.
Black rose, black rose oh the power that you hold, all the horrors left untold,
your eyes are sullen and stoic like a stone.
Black rose, black rose let me bleed upon your thorns, let my lifeblood be adorned,
for me you'll never have to mourn my black rose.
Black rose
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Young Scrooge once loved a lass so sweet,
Till gold outbid her heart's loving beat.
Now ghosts just mock his hollow chest~
"Your coins are warm? Sir, she was best."
Misery needs company
It sees no need to change
Doesn't want to be happy
Only wants for you the same
The delusions of misery
Are overly insane
Just to keep them happy
You give access to your chain
They start jerking you around
Tinkering inside your brain
Telling you you’re flawed
The psychological strain
The heart fights the brain
Making excuses for the pain
The company of misery
Leaves you physically drained
The company of misery
A heartbreaking cloak
Acceptance of such misery
Will leave you dead and broken
I feel the chill of her marble hands gripping tight around my heart, She breathes pain and spits misery upon all who surround her.
Her eyes like hollow vessels like a vase abandoned by its flowers.
Her soul is lost within time and picked clean by the vultures of sorrow.
She embraces me.
She accepts me.
She is me.
I am her.
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