Psychotherapy's ineffective on sociopaths because
they're smarter than the therapist.

Apr 5, 2014      Apr 5, 2014

She loves every one of her victims.
From the bottom of her cold well of a heart,
she loves them.

She would never kill
an innocent creature;
they all deserve it.

She stalks her prey,
she gets in close,
they begin to whisper

their evil little secrets.
No one is blameless.
She knows this.

Dig deep enough,
find the truth.
It is soiled.

She slits their throats.
You are released
from your sins,

she ensures them.
Through hot blood,
they promise they love her, too.

#love   #suicide   #sin   #depressed   #dark   #evil   #crazy   #guilt   #sociopath  
William Keckler
William Keckler
Oct 27, 2014

There is still an outward form,
an intricate automaton,
that looks like the person you loved
and raised.

It even had a child shape for a number of years.

And the weirdest part is that
the creature might even be capable of love,
or the kind that's pure animal gratitude.
Because many killers compartmentalize.

But it's like a circus trainer
hand-feeding a bear.

When the trainer is later eaten,
people are more likely to blame him
than the bear

for being so gullible
as to believe

those bear nuzzles
were anything other than

automaton gratitude,

lab rat reward type stuff,

which some hard-up lovers

or those stuck
in the fate of parenthood

are quite content

to call love,

even before a judge,

even in a courtroom full of blood.

Aug 10      Aug 10

He was Daniel Kingery to the police.

Daniel Overstreet to his friends.

He was Dollar Dan on the streets.

He was Daniel,
he was wet rough kisses and anger and lust to me.

He found me one day,
18 years to his 37,
he found me when i was still a question mark trying to bleed red.
From behind a lens pointed at my naked flesh
he became a man of mystery,
he became the object of my desires.

I was a young, naive girl who got caught up in
how his pockets were always full- he flaunted it.
The flowers and the exotic dinners and the alcohol and the touch...
oh god, the way we fell into bed,
onto chairs,
into walls.

Then i fell in love on a broken sidewalk.

I was blind to the empty shadows in his eyes,
to the lines he had recited,
to the webs on his face.

I made a god out of a sociopath and i called him "love".

I was his nympho, his baby blue.

I became wild under his touch,
manic when he gave me his attention,
suicidal at his leaving.

I was a flower that once was his favorite,
but he left me on the windowsill at a slow, burning wilt
and forgot to water me most days.

Why water a flower when you could have a garden?

Have you ever hated what you loved
until even their existence ate at you?

I have.

#love   #pain   #drugs   #flowers   #garden   #young   #naive   #sociopath   #daniel   #wilting  

i am beetlejuice
colorless chlorophyll
paris fashion week
but all my clothes are hand made in hell

i am the one girl your mother would beg you to stay away
from when you were little
i started saying "fuck" when i was ten
i never washed my hair
and my idea of fun was throwing rocks
at random strangers

i'll make you
want to bang your head against dirty public restroom stalls
until your brain bleeds out and you die

you listen to bob marley but i prefer the sex pistols
i don't want to get high
i'm not capable of feeling happy
i want to spray graffiti on the roofs of shopping malls and destroy the government

and you'll say you love me
and that you'll never leave
so i'll nonchalantly take shots of whiskey and take you out
on nightly killing sprees
that's my way of telling you i love you

but if you ever listen to what your mother told you
and you decide to leave me alone
i'll shoot up tar into the veins of your heart
so that there's no way
you can stay away

written from the perspective of a sociopath who miraculously happens to have a steady relationship with someone. side note: i listened to romeo and juliet by dire straits while i wrote this.
#love   #death   #drugs   #relationships   #you   #toxic   #sociopath  
Travis McCullers
Travis McCullers
Feb 27, 2014

I have a friend I haven't spoken to in a while
Who, as it happens, is/was a sociopath--(w/e)
And I just wanna text him one day and say:
"Hey, man: are you still a sociopath?"
But what's he supposed to say to that?
"Nah man, I gave all of that up."
I mean, of course he's still a fucking sociopath.
What else would he be?
--Perhaps a wet pocket?

Cassie Stoddard
Cassie Stoddard
Jul 12, 2014

When I said was that those things didn't make you a sociopath and I knew that because I fall for sociopaths.

What I meant was that those things couldn't make you be that because I like you and I don't like unhealthy things anymore.

Apr 6, 2012

Tears are liquid.
You could have a puddle
or you could have an ocean.
Stay afloat
in the middle
a raft
out of
all the
fucks you used to give.
like a psychopathic sociopath,
except not
as dangerous.

To cure a neurotic
you first have to convince him he is a narcissist,
then treat him for attention deficit disorder.

To cure a psychotic
you first have to convince him he is a sociopath,
then treat him to a chocolate Sundae -
because you can't cure a psychotic,
you can only temporarily distract him with ice cream.

BTW, one of the reasons psychopaths/sociopaths are immune to psychotherapy is because they know they are smarter than the therapist. Now, would you take advice from someone less smart than you?
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