Depression What a lonely word But Everyone goes through it At least one time in their life Doesn't it feel lonely Don't you just want to crawl in a corner And do nothing I know Because I've been through it But At some point The corner will smile at you And you will Smile back
i don't want anything. i don't want spring or growth or nastiness or u. ambiguous u, coconut oil on type 1 printer paper, zen space, cubist u. i don't want root vegetables or fine granolas or early dew-grass. i don't want u.
The Best Feelings Are Fake... Living in a Dreamland Before you Wake While With Limited Time Roaming a World with All you can Take Hoping that Daylight Forever Don't Break, Longing To Stay in That Place for your Minds Sake but.,, Dreams Are as Fragile as a Snowflake You Realise the Best Feelings Are Fake as Soon as Your Mind Awakes.
I can’t hide it I crave it Needing it to survive The pressure of your body That look in your eyes Pulling me closer Oh closer Sometimes by my hair Pinning me to that mattress Or whatever you dare For I feel it I love it That taste on my lips Unable to move With your hands on my hips Oh you know me Control me Fingers dancing on my thighs All those nights that you’d hold me Brought stars to my eyes By that grip of your hand Firmly ‘round my neck Oh you’d punish me tenderly I could never forget Yes you’d pull me You’d push me Goosebumps emerge on my skin Feeling the beads of your sweat Drip onto my chin Kiss me Tease me Master you know just what to do To leave me on my knees Begging for every inch of you
my pencil bleeds out its grey led with all the words that could be said painting out a collage of emotion revealing a deep rooted devotion hidden within a preconceived notion waters raging like an unstable ocean grey blood splashed all over the place trying to win this unstoppable race
I took a selfie today, on the swing For some reason I've been taking them all week Bored at the grocery store No motivation in my room A smile, constantly displaying my bulging acne, like little polka dots marring my- Smile a little strained, Unable to release or FAKE Just no I-
I took a selfie today, on the swing The swing obviously more suitable for my ten year old brother Left behind by one of the previous occupants Quite low to the ground, Meant for children Not a teenager searching for an escape Making a fool of herself Back and forth back and forth back and-
I took a selfie today, on the swing And it's the prettiest I'd ever been Because I didn't care anymore, and I was f r e e e e e e e w h e e e e e e e e
Not all depressed cut, Not all sad shed tears, Not all strong fight, Not all monsters roar, Not all young are innocent. Some just work harder to maintain a mask. We are here, And you have reason to fear, We are the best liars, We can manipulate the greatest con artist without batting a single eyelash. Watch out we are coming.
This is a dark and serious prom but that didn't change the fact that In was tempted to put "and we're *****" instead of " And you have reason to fear" ****
i was put on death row the day we met. november 12, 2014 i became a prisoner. the jury decided i was guilty of loving too hard caring too much. capital punishment is a little unjust but you decided 20 to life just wasn’t enough.
(Here’s the poem) Fear. The only thing that tells me. When you are near. Fear. The doubt that I’ll be safe. When you’re not here. Fear. A continuous reminder. That I’m never dear. Fear. An unpleasant emotion caused by the belief that someone or something is dangerous, likely to cause pain, or a threat. Fear. The one I fear... Is you.
The only thing to fear is fear itself to bad it’s already made it’s mark on me. Tell me what you fear, I really want to know. Heh, maybe we have something in common. :)
Once I had ten fingers To be more precise Ten banana fingers My family members are three They asked banana fingers from me I gave my brother one, my father two And for my mother three And another one from me I went out to buy you some milk Met an orphan with hair as silk Shrunken and barely could stand I ve put whats left on her straw thin hand Draw a smile on her face As growing bananas in every place Happy to be a banana tree I will give you bananas for free And it will not make any less of me
I have many friends They see my best They've even seen my tears But they haven't seen in any way The worst of me They haven't seen the silent screaming When it hurts beyond tears They haven't seen the meals I skip When I hate my very breath They haven't seen the worst of me The worst of me will never be seen The worst nights I hold close to my chest Trust me They will never see the blood drip off my skin When I feel like ending my life
I don't feel special, I'm not unique. I want to cry but I can't even speak. My hands reach out, but they cannot hold a single thing but the bitter cold. Everything's frozen, I feel lost. Even my tears have turned to frost. When I cut my waist it bleeds black. I'm so deeply gone there's no way back. This is goodbye
I love him I tell myself I know that We will be together forever I don’t believe that We could be separated My thoughts tell me that He’s the love of my life Sometimes my heart lies and says I could live an eternity Without him Like my friends say “We’re perfect for each other” And you can’t tell me He’s not the one.
u see the knife you watch the glow u see me smile but can't hear me cry u think i'm happy but inside i'm breaking u see the blood then u realize that i wasn't lying when i said i'm depressed! u wish u gave me the support i needed but now it's too late. I'm dying inside...
it’s a beautiful thing this day and age with bubbling permafrost with drug-resistance with obesity treatments with technological advancements with scientific discoveries with silent wars with blue lava with bleeding glaciers with divorce with sensitivity with my generation of people believing this new generation is completely and utterly clueless as a common occurrence
but let’s think about what these kids are into nowadays.
let’s think about who invented these inane things for the kids.
my generation of people.
so the kids of today are the ones who are ****** for liking the things that we’ve created?
I’m sorry but we have to be the ones who are obtuse for believing such things, oblivious for not realizing them and showing the world we have little or no imagination anymore.
the generation before us has lied to us and thought us to lie to the generation after.
whether it’s the gods or holidays or what not.
the youth of the today are autonomous. they can not take responsibility for their actions nor do they understand and just go along with the trends, much like, all the generations before them but we need a scapegoat to cover up our own farce implementations.
the truth of the matter is.. we’re all a little vacuous in our own way especially the ones with an answer for everything. living in an imperfect world where there’s always room for improvement nothing for us or against us wrapped up in our congratulatory self-contradictory and illogical theories and as useless as exploding appendix.
the lost generation the interbellum generation the silent generation the baby boomers generation x the millennials
a strong admixture of imbecility and self-assurance filled with belief and unawareness to a senseless world
like hate like blame like gossip like jealousy like being offended like being impressive like the punk rock dream like hospital waiting rooms like fundraisers and charity events like your co-worker to the right and the left of you and their families and their families before them