Thy mere soul and thy paint.
Forced to relentlessly battle.
Yet, not quite sure when; nor where to strike; regardless of such, thou need not bow beneath thy sworn enemy like a coward in the night.
Thy must remember that with time thy vessel shall grow to be rather faint.
Tis upon the beginning of the end, that thy brittle bones shalt rattle...
Whilst sorrowful eyes lose sight.
Now blind, beaten, and battered.
Hopelessly lost between what once was and all that has yet to come.
There be not a **** thing more mournful than thee, thy own soul withering away like a departing flower in may.
Thy trudged onward despite thy heart being shattered as well as scattered.
'Twas in that dreadful hour that thy feelings perished and thy had begun to grow numb.
What a remarkable day is to be rotting to the core like a corpse left to decay.
Sep 1, 2021
Sep 1, 2021 at 11:37 AM UTC
These nights are filled with fear.
Tormenting grins, sick displeasurable sins.
Oh, look another silent tear.
Pure dominance against frail figures,
fingers roam like they are at home.
Demanding hands gripping hips, thighs, anything in sight.
Always right there, never alone.
A future that is seemingly unclear
Tugging at every curve, silencing cries, punishing pleads.
Useless to fight...
Cruel shadows perpetually lurk near.
Planting a seed, making them scream until they bleed.
Skin so thin... it's rather sheer.
Pages flipped through like a book that wasn't meant to be read, at least not like this.
Being alive yet feeling as though they are dead.
Playing games, stealing worth, damaging minds.
It doesn't matter; For it's all the same through thy predators' eyes.
Apr 9, 2020
Apr 9, 2020 at 1:45 PM UTC
Don't you know that she cares?
There's a lot going on upstairs.
In case you couldn't tell upstairs is her mind and it's crammed full... overflowing... spilling off the edge.
She's standing on a ledge.
It's not fair!
The tic of the clock leaves no time to stop....Leave her be when she says please.
Time is a necessity to leading a healthy life, but can't you see she's struggling to be free; for you have the blade of the sharpest knife against her throat.
The boat has tipped once again now it's all about whether or not she will sink or swim; for she is no longer afloat.
Feb 12, 2020
Feb 12, 2020 at 12:07 PM UTC
She was in love with love.
To her, it was everything.
Nothing dared to venture off above.
At best she was a fragile puppet on a string.
A beautiful rose may leave you torn.
It was too late.
She had already been pricked upon many-a-thorn.
And then the salty tears from her eyes had begun to sting.
Regretful orbs couldn't help, but glance upon the red glove.
Love wasn't at all what it was supposed to be.
This so-called love is a boy.
Why can't she see?
To him, she is only a toy.
Her mind is lost out at sea.
His cuddles and kisses were a decoy.
She's free, but not really.
He was everything, and that is what she gave.
Now she is nothing; for it was given all away.
Love was her life...now love is nowhere in sight.
What more is there to say?
She put up a fight; brave.
This girl was someone that not even love could save.
Jul 15, 2019
Jul 15, 2019 at 12:58 AM UTC
The sky seems woeful.
Rain pours from the gloomy clouds.
Hail falls when rain fails.
Jan 28, 2019
Jan 28, 2019 at 8:09 PM UTC
Locked up behind bars like a criminal; cut off from society.
It seems as though this little birdy has forgotten how to fly; for this cruel world has clipped its wings and stripped away all joy — claimed as a pet, chained to a tree, trapped in a cage for everyone to see. Leading life in solitude has become the norm, but this little birdy can't help but long for something more.
Jan 10, 2019
Jan 10, 2019 at 8:37 PM UTC
Do you love me or not?
I must know if it is I that you want the most.
Does thinking of me set your heart ablaze?
When you look at me, what is it that you see?
Tell me honestly, please.
Am I yet another faze?
Once we part our separate ways,
will you remember the good old days?
Or shall they be forgot; for in your sweet thoughts,
I no longer remain?
If by chance we meet again,
would you bother to utter my name or even spare a moment of your time to look my way?
Would you walk right by when I try to say "Hi."
only to embrace the one you truly love; chose over me.
The mere thought of losing you brings tears to my eyes;
for the loss of you, my dear is my greatest fear.
Nov 2, 2018
Nov 2, 2018 at 6:23 PM UTC
He tells me that he is not happy with his life and I can’t help but wonder why. Why would he say such a thing to me of all people? I envy him for getting to be sad while I have to pull on a smile and play the game that he, she, them, they signed me up for. He left me in the arms of a ***** the night that I entered this unloving world, dare I ask, why? Was I not enough for him? I was a child, his child, what more could he possibly need? She sent me away to live with Papa, but why me? She kept brother. Was I not what she wanted? Daddy tells me that he didn’t mean to leave but I can’t bring my myself to believe. He says that he wants to die but I think that’s just a lie. What reason would he have to want to end his life if it wasn’t his that he ruined? It’s not like he drags the knife against his skin. He doesn’t fight the monsters from within to try and win. He doesn’t stay awake late at night thinking about the reasons why.
Aug 5, 2018
Aug 5, 2018 at 5:32 PM UTC
My passion is the evil sadness
Only this and a bitterness
Somewhat louder than the madness
Anxiety - anxiety - anxiety!
An echo murmured back the word, 'perplexity!'
The pedophobia penalty panicking
Quoth the appetite, 'Mind the complexity!'
I crave the wrong, worth wistfulness
Desolation - desolation - desolation!
The expectation laughed
Civilization, civilization!
Motivation, motivation!
That boring inspiration - that boring inspiration
My mind always strays to anticipations
In there stepped a barry 'aloneness'
The breathing smiled
I was a lifelessness and you a skittishness
Somewhat louder than the love child
It was profiled, wild, exiled!
And its eyes have all the regretting
What could be more purely addicting? The mourning never forgetting
And the breather never constricting.
Apr 9, 2018
Apr 9, 2018 at 12:08 AM UTC
I build my walls up high so that I can hide behind them and hopefully you can never reach inside again. These walls of mine are thick and strong unlike my skin, which is weak and thin. Skin that is so easily torn apart. Covered from top to bottom with marks of many. A collection of cuts, bruises, burns, and scars. As I start to drag the welcoming and comforting blade; burning flame across my already tainted body I will realize that I'm not a canvas made for this type of art, nor am I cat with nine lives. Each mark brings me one breath; step closer to my very last. Those lovely forms of art, do you see them? Yeah, the ones that are dressing my body with pink lines. Every single one of them was a different failed attempt to cry for help. One line alone is equal to that of a thousand battles that they win and I lose. Nobody cares about how much pain that I am in, and that's fine because I don't care either. I will eventually meet my end and leave this cruel world in vain.
Jan 10, 2018
Jan 10, 2018 at 11:15 PM UTC