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Demons-lullaby
words imprint in all our hearts
They say "I'm here for you " Are they **** Where are you? when I'm slicing my legs to pieces with a blade carving adjectives into my skin. Pathetic. Ugly. Fat Where are you? When I'm crying alone picking out everyone of my flaws; like stars in the darkest of nights. Where are you? When I need you most. When I felt like the whole world was against me, that's right you weren't there. Where were you?when I felt alone like I had no one. No one cares , that's right you didn't either. There for me is where you weren't. When I needed you; you weren't there. And I won't be here when I eventually pass away from the pain I inflict on my self. I don't feel anything anymore I'm already dead inside so I may aswell be on the out.
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May 12, 2015
May 12, 2015 at 5:54 PM UTC
Hopeless
Once upon a time There was a girl Who made mistakes She was imperfect She was judged She was weak She's the type of girl with a lot of secrets The kind she wished she could tell Like the night so long ago She was only 15 Just wanted to have fun She's called a ***** For losing her virginity to a 24 year old She just wanted to have fun But what people don't know What secret she buries deep inside Is she didn't want to But in her mind Being remembered as a ***** Is better then being remembered as the girl who got rapped Once upon a time There was a girl Who made mistakes She was imperfect She was judged She was weak
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Feb 5, 2015
Feb 5, 2015 at 2:28 PM UTC
Once upon a time
Eva came first, a tiny cloth bag A tiny brown noose on the table will drag A little red heart sown over her chest We are one, together depressed. After comes Lucas, a lover of Eva He adds to the mix a slightly different flavor He takes the scars with which I'm obsessed We are one, together depressed. Now there's Sally, a full-bodied doll She can fit in the palm of my hand, she's so small You can try to figure out who they are, be my guest We are one, together depressed. When most people see them, they call me a creep You must be a voodoo artist, they all say like sheep Not such a shocker that no one has ever addressed That we are one, together depressed. Think what you say, because sometimes it's needed To keep me from death they have so far succeeded Not often have I really expressed That we are one, together depressed.
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Feb 5, 2015
Feb 5, 2015 at 11:29 AM UTC
We Are One, Together Depressed
I don't understand the human desire for endless life. For me, Immortality would be a curse. Eternity trapped my thoughts? No thank you.
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Feb 5, 2015
Feb 5, 2015 at 11:28 AM UTC
Immortality
When I grow up I want to be a builder I can create happiness and love But only for a while, it's so unstable. When I grow up I want to demolish my buildings I'm great a destroying relationships And breaking my own heart. When I grow up I want to be an artist And draw strokes and lines of red On my paper skin When I grow up I want to be a writer I can write stories of drama and pain And of my own misery When I grow up I want to travel I want to go from life into death And see the white light.
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Feb 5, 2015
Feb 5, 2015 at 11:26 AM UTC
When I Grow Up
They say; monsters live under our bed. They say; demons live outside our house, alluring in the darkness of night. They taught us; if we don't go into sleep, monsters are going to hunt us down, in our childhood. They also taught; demons will knock at our windows, will capture us, if we don't eat. What we were not taught was, Monsters live inside our head, not under our bed. What we never saw, Until we faced them, that; demons are woven in our souls. They control our mind, They control our thoughts. They control US.
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Feb 5, 2015
Feb 5, 2015 at 11:23 AM UTC
monsters and demons
A canvas So lifeless and Empty No feeling nor emotion You Take your paintbrush forceful drag it over the pale white Weep and wipe as the red flows down - down The canvas is your skin The paintbrush is the deamon that lies deep within
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Feb 4, 2015
Feb 4, 2015 at 4:24 PM UTC
Self inflicted
Days painted gray Suffocating with forever darkness Standing before a mirror Bleeding cracks upon my wrist Nails digging deep in my neck Torn skin in search of happiness Aching head banged against walls Causing too much pain to myself I am unfixable Tears forever escape my eyes Nose bleeds red tears Too many Xanax's for me to bare Not enough alcohol Too numb the aching in my body I am shaking I am alone I am ****** up I am hurting I am broken I am angry I am dissatisfied I am insane I am unfixable
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Feb 4, 2015
Feb 4, 2015 at 2:22 PM UTC
Unfixable
I can feel darkness carving its name into my skin Reaching for my heart To take away my love No protective barrier So easily penetrated So close now I can feel despair Please save me I'm almost gone Don't stand there Save me... I am now lost To far gone You stood there Watched me suffer Now feel the pain That I once felt I will stand here As you scream my name Never moving I will watch your pain For internity we will be together Isn't that what we always wanted Forever you will feel this pain Forever you will scream my name Forever we will share this pain Forever we will scream each others name
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Feb 4, 2015
Feb 4, 2015 at 2:21 PM UTC
fears pain
There's two of us There's two Ones Evil Ones Good Who we truly are Depends on the side we choose
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Feb 4, 2015
Feb 4, 2015 at 2:19 PM UTC
Two faced