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I saw the sun set
It made me want to live
I saw the sun rise
It made me want to die

Laid flat on the floor, I am two ply
I am here with you, but most of me's a bird's eye
Detached from my bones 'til I see you cry
Please, I beg, please, get me untied
Cryptic dog
Haunted by goats                                            A conscious plant
                                                           ­                 A mid-life crisis
                                                                ­            

My face is crushed with a foot print
I'm afraid to leave the room
I got two dollars and a breath mint
no flowers bloom

I don't know why I'm sweating
But I can't breathe
I am a dog that needs petting
but I get beat

I am too lazy to get up
I'm skin and bone
there is a light in the attic
but no one's home

Life hurts
My heart is broke
Life hurts
Until you croak
I am deeply sorry
For every heart I ever broke
Every person in the punchline of my ****** joke
Every time I blamed my **** brain
Every time I spoke
Every time I hid away
And every time I choked
Love is  a sick dog
Love is a bed of nails
Lifting my head
My brains feel like lead
I don't want to die
I just want to be dead

I won't sleep,
I'll just lay here and writhe
I don't want to die
I'd rather not be alive
((There is so much))
I feel like a flame in a freezer
((I want to touch))
Hurry, hurry, she's a bleeder
I got goosebumbs on my shoulders
Dont gradate, you better smoulder
I said “I’ll tell you when you’re older”
Tie your noose with a game controller

Eat my shorts when it gets colder
Pebble, pebble, broken boulder
She says “I hate your face,” you hold her
Got a sweet tooth, hollow molar
I turn to stone every now and then,
Chip away, I won't know.
There's this dead end
When I'm sitting in my bed at four in the morning,
Like Medusa sitting on my night stand.

I am alone every now and then,
If I stay, I won't grow.
There's this dead friend.
There are years that have passed, but we're still mourning,
Like three meals and a bed pan.
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