And I'm sick of those
Stupid 3 words
"It gets better"
Because I don't care
If it does someday
It's not right now
And I need it to be.
Jun 26, 2015
Jun 26, 2015 at 12:49 AM UTC
You yelled about my grades.
My fresh cuts,
My sleep schedule.
My eating habits and my
Mood.
But never once have you asked
Me.
Why,
My grades are slipping.
And you never asked
Why,
I took the blade to my skin.
I used to think it was because
You didn't care.
But now I know,
It's because you didn't want to hear me say,
It's your fault.
Jun 26, 2015
Jun 26, 2015 at 12:31 AM UTC
Let's face it.
You did steal me.
But you saved my life
Too. And somewhere in the middle
You showed me a place
So different and beautiful.
I can never get it out
Of my mind.
And I can't get you out
Of there either.
You're stuck in my brain
Like my own blood vessels.
Jun 26, 2015
Jun 26, 2015 at 12:26 AM UTC
My bones are dry out of
Fake smiles.
I have nothing left
To give.
You really have nothing to lose when you are
Nothing yourself.
A deep rooted pain in my chest grows from all the times
Nobody cared
If I was okay. Please tell me one more time, "It's just
A phase."
Please tell me that I will grow out
Of it.
Are my scar kissed wrists not
Proof enough.
I'm not
Okay.
Jun 26, 2015
Jun 26, 2015 at 12:17 AM UTC
Your words are knives
And I have no more
Smiles to cover the
Scars.
Hollow eyes stare
Ahead at a crippled
Future.
Veins full with the
Poison of self-hatred
Pump to your
Heart.
A life wasted on
The horrors of the world.
A test subject born
To lose.
Added to the number
Of how many
Have failed.
An insignificant death.
4,600
Jun 26, 2015
Jun 26, 2015 at 12:12 AM UTC
Heads full of forgotten dreams.
Hearts full of broken hope.
Bones full of lovely aches.
Hands calloused by past lovers.
Arms gently kissed by moonlight.
Eyes glazed over as numbness settles.
Ears ringing with the silence of regret.
Skin torn by the oceans of the world.
You were broken from birth.
Darling it's time
To Rise.
Jun 26, 2015
Jun 26, 2015 at 12:09 AM UTC
He was a lonely person.
With so many words he
Can't fathom into sentences.
He would sigh and lay
His head down. So many
Words scream and shove all
Competing for a chance
To be on paper. Waterfalls
Of letters crush out darkness that
Pleads "Write Me". Vines of
Complicated words tango with
Useless 'fillers'.
Haiku's battle with sonnets,
Crashing against mountain of
Free verse. Winged poems like
Guardian angels thrash against
The dead hands of past poems.
Casting them back to where they belong.
Forgotten,
Against the whiteness of paper.
Jun 18, 2015
Jun 18, 2015 at 5:10 AM UTC
I ache for the sun.
I ache for the warmth to reach my bones,
And dispel the depression that grows there.
I ache for happiness to shove through my veins
And reach into my corrupt mind.
I ache to be saved,
From myself.
Jun 18, 2015
Jun 18, 2015 at 5:09 AM UTC
How many times do
My veins have to
Tell you I'm not
Okay?
A secret language written
With metal on skin.
A language you claim
To speak.
Why can't you hear me?
How many times does
A life have to end
Unexpectedly
Until you open your eyes?
A strange suffering that
Exists only in your mind.
Can no one help?
Will no one help?
Jun 18, 2015
Jun 18, 2015 at 5:08 AM UTC
I used to think
I built walls to keep people out,
But then I realized there wasn't even
Anybody to let it.
Jun 18, 2015
Jun 18, 2015 at 5:04 AM UTC