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 Aug 2017 H Phone
Fritzi Melendez
Happy Birthday to you.
Wow, I thought you would be dead by now.
I would have thought the demons got to you to.
I have to ask out of genuine curiosity; how?

How did you make it out?
It was an eventful year, it caused such a commotion.
Last time I saw you, you were crying with blood running down your arms from that night's bout.
I smiled as I saw you bow down to the self inflicted corruption.

Were you too scared to go even more deep?
I tried to settle into your skin and bones.
I thought the numbness would have seeped.
Silly, you should have welcomed me home!

I brought a glass vase just for you!
A little house warming gift as it's called.
Did you shatter and cut yourself with those pieces to?
I'm sure your crazed, clumsy little head made it topple and fall.

I knew it would come into use.
Though, I think I should be taking all the credit.
Of course, it was you who tortured yourself with such abuse.
Nevertheless, you turned my whispers into actions, and actually did it.

You were such a fool, you know.
How long did they keep you in that white jacket?
You had everything going for your life and you let that blow.
Remember when your wrists had a red stained blanket?

And who could forget your half-assed attempt to making your exit, what a show!
I honestly don't know what you were afraid of.
You could have just went through with it, you had the power to, you know.
I knew I should have gave you that much needed shove.

The chair was the only thing holding you back.
Your suicide note written by yours truly.
Your will to die was the only thing you lacked.
And you have failed, so I had to become your bully.

Unbelievably, you made it through another year.
I'm honestly shocked, but I will come back stronger.
I'll **** you little by little, until you are dead, my dear.
But please, don't worry, it won't be much longer.

Enjoy this triumphant day, it'll be the last before I come for your heart.
Until then,
With death shall we impart.

Sincerely, your old friend.

PS, don't forget to blow your candles and make a wish.
Let your soul whisper its impose.
And please don't stop flattering the Reaper for a kiss.
He truly loves those.
A Happy Birthday card from the underground.
 Aug 2017 H Phone
Fritzi Melendez
I truly despise
This cruel disguise
placed upon me

In circles, I run
from evil I have done
But I am not free.

I am terrified
of this roller coaster ride
going faster until it suffocates me

My depression and anxiety
my never ending insanity
this will all be the death of me

I want to be alive
But I am deprived
of oxygen and sleep

How do I go about this
turning these scars into bliss?
The end times is all I see

I cannot choose
I'm always bound to lose
And a loner I will always be

I cant see any escapes from this
and only Death can put me to ease with his kiss
Someone, anyone, please, help me...
my mind has been constantly racing with so many thoughts, it's bound to shut down completely.
 Aug 2017 H Phone
Fritzi Melendez
let me love, let me crave.
let your light lead the way.

give me sorrow, give me pain.
strike my thunder, pour down rain.

make me rage, make me cry.
bleed on page, fantasize the sky.

make me weak, make me shake.
help me seek, let me break.

make me hurt, watch me die.
this was the ripple effect of your goodbye.
I fantasize about suicide a lot, caused by the heartbreak of many.
 Aug 2017 H Phone
Leyla Jude
I don't know if I loved you,
or if I loved being in love.
Maybe my ego hurt more than my heart,
cause I feel like for you I wasn't enough.
I don't know if I miss your fingers on my skin,
or only being so sweetly touched.
Perhaps you weren't the one,
but just one within much.
I don't know if I was happy with you,
or just glad to be in someone's heart.
It might not be what love was supposed to be,
but in fact, simply a false start.
 Aug 2017 H Phone
Leyla Jude
Papa
 Aug 2017 H Phone
Leyla Jude
There's a hole in my heart
It makes breathing so hard

You were so young it's so unfair
All I'm feeling is despair

You left me with no warnings
To deal alone with my mourning

You were my father, my hero
You helped me with my sorrows

Tell me who will teach me now
All about life, just tell me how

How can I go on with my life
When in my chest there's a knife

You were my everything
Now I'm just nothing
 Aug 2017 H Phone
emm
the receptionist at the front desk of my temporal lobe welcomed you everyday
she handed you the visitors log and watched you sign it
"welcome back"
scanning across
your name was signed everyday
never at intervals more than an hour apart  
the closer i got to the bottom of the log
i noticed you started missing days
weeks
months
i guess you just got busy during visiting hours,
the card reader at my cerebral cortex  
says you forgot to punch in your card before my dreams took over.

i did not bother to look for you anymore
and thats when i felt my bones soften
i didn't realize how hard ive become
until i felt the shaft of my bone fill itself with cotton
i felt my spine extend releasing the secrets you held in between
i dont carry the weight of your world anymore

in the grey and white matter where thoughts are birthed and memories are cradled
your voice no longer lives
the curl of your lips when you smile, your eyes and the palms of your hand have been evicted
you've packed and moved to a home within another
blue neon lights now illuminate the 'no vacancy' sign that hangs where your favorite welcome mat used to lay
i hope you've enjoyed your stay.
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