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
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" ****
Smooth midnight black Desecration blues Wandering down a desolated road With my frenzied mind Raptured, yet empty Longing for the end of the night Yet fearing the dawn And the eternity of an existence I may never know
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.
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
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
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...
If there was one word One word, isolated by itself That I cannot stand above all others It would have to be "Okay" I despise "Okay" "Okay" Is how your millionth day at work went "Okay" Is off-brand raisin bran "Okay" Is how you say school is going When you don't want to admit you spend Every second of it Wanting to die
"Okay" Is packed to the brim with Hidden implications Like a treasure chest Filled with bottles With little subliminal hatreds Written on tiny slips of paper Passively aggressively pushed inside To discover later As I pull out a treasure map And try to decipher Where I went wrong
"Okay" Is a one word dismissal That feels like an essay a thousand pages long "Okay" Is a poison dripping with disinterest When I dared to share with you Something I thought might make you smile "Okay" Is like trying to talk to a wall While watching the paint on it dry "Okay" Takes two seconds to write Yet I waited days For that dreaded word To grace my notifications "Okay" Should be used sparingly As if each time you send it You **** the receiver just a little bit "Okay" Should not be said so often that I know what you're about to say Like I saw it in a crystal ball "Okay" Is not looking up from your phone When I tell you about my day "Okay" Is not the proper response To "I love you"
They say that the opposite of love isn't hatred It's indifference And I can't think of a response More indifferent to pouring out My heart into your hands Than "Okay" At least the last thing you said to me Before we parted ways Showed that you cared At least a little bit "I hate you" Stung less Than the thousands of times Over our countless conversations You responded "Okay" Okay?
i dread the day you learn for the first time that you can't just love all the darkness in me away
and no matter how much you care i will still toss and turn at night and scars might still appear on my skin
i dread the day you realize that you can't cure me and sometimes all you can do is stand next to me and hold my hand through fog pouring out of my ears so black and thick we can't even see each other's faces
i dread the days i can't get out of bed the days you want to take me out and all i can manage is a prettified shell of myself
i dread the day you learn that sometimes no matter how hard i try i still can't pull myself together
the day you learn that there isn't an answer you can give that will save me from my fears
you aren't the first person who has tried to love the darkness inside away my family and friends have given it their all but someday you too will learn that if love could cure mental illness the world would be a much better place
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