silly little people
and silly little thoughts
stupid little feelings
stupid ****** thots
nobody knows the pain im in
nobody sees the missing layers from my arms
nobody knows the tears i shed
nobody asks why im anxious or why i cry
nobody asks why im sad and want to die
Nov 5, 2017
Nov 5, 2017 at 11:31 PM UTC
I'm sitting, laying actually, across a love seat.
There is a pillow under my knees and another under my head.
There is a blanket over my legs and torso.
My laptop is on my lap and music is playing quietly whilst I type.
The time reads 10:31 PM at this point.
The light in the kitchen isn't much but is bright all the same.
One of my housemates is laying on their couch.
With a laptop on the coffee table across from their gaze, listening to something I'm blocking out.
I'm hungry, but I don't want to make anything.
When I look down at my keyboard it takes my eyes a bit to see the letters.
Aug 29, 2017
Aug 29, 2017 at 3:10 AM UTC
There is a broken record under my pillow in a dream
There is shattered glass across the floor
There are pages ripped out of books
I'm shook
There are matches on my headboard
There is rope in the garage
There is a bottle full of pills
There is a tub full of water
There is a drawer full of knives
There is a river down the road
There is a key for the case of guns
There is a train coming at noon
What do I do? What do I do?
So many choices to choose.
There is a broken record under my pillow
Aug 29, 2017
Aug 29, 2017 at 1:04 AM UTC
No one can hear my muffled sobs as tears roll down my face
No one can see my quivering lip or my bruising hip as i sit in the too small space
No one can see the pain i'm in or when my nails dig in my skin
No one can hear the keyboard keys clack as i type out this allegory
No one can really tell why i'm here they just think its for the glory
Aug 12, 2017
Aug 12, 2017 at 8:02 AM UTC
It is so hard to put into words,
All the ways you make me feel.
At times its difficult for me,
to tell which parts of you are real.
What we have means so much to me
and it hurts to never really know,
if im getting all of you,
or just the pieces you choose to show.
Im trying to overcome this doubt,
and regain my trust in you,
but im afraid and I can't forget,
all the hell you put me through.
You swear youve changed this time around,
youre not who you were before,
But ive heard that line and I,
don't want to be hurt anymore.
If you love me like you say,
then show a little respect for me,
All im asking for is the one thing
youve never provided: honesty.
Aug 12, 2017
Aug 12, 2017 at 7:43 AM UTC
The roses are red, and the violets are blue.
Honey is sweet, and so are you.
The roses have wilted, and the violets are dead.
The honey jar is empty, and the tiles are stained red.
I can't be your Valentine, I've fallen to the floor.
I took too many pills , but I told you, "I don't love you anymore."
When I look in the mirror; blue drains from my eyes.
When I look down; red drains from my thighs.
I've woken up in a hospital room.
I did not die, I failed, now I'm doomed.
I look around, and then I see.
I can not move, I can't get free.
They've bound me tight to the uncomfortable bed.
I see a mirror, when I look my eyes are red.
Puffy from the night before.
Crying drowsily on the bathroom floor.
I look up and see the light.
I wish I could reach, it's way too bright.
A nurse walks in and greats me good day.
I listen to him start to say...
"The roses may be wilted, and the violets may be dead,
there might not be honey left, but I can sill be your friend."
May 18, 2017
May 18, 2017 at 10:20 PM UTC
anger is my restless eye
anger is his ****** thigh
anger is a constant pain
anger is crying in the rain
anger is silence as she cuts her wrist
anger is my ****** fist
anger is the broken wall
anger is a quiet hall
anger is a hidden face
anger is sobbing behind lace
anger is a heated power
anger is an ice cold shower
anger is something i want to hide
anger is my demon inside
May 18, 2017
May 18, 2017 at 9:47 PM UTC
Ode to the girl whose beauty would strike anyone down
The girl who means it when she smiles
The girl who can be happy even when she's a bit down
The girl whose voice will always make my stomach flutter
The girl who always gives second chances
And thirds
And fourths
And fifths
Ode to the girl who doesn't see my faults
The girl who will love me no matter what I do
The girl who will sit by my side whilst I cry
The girl who will make everything better
The girl who makes everyone want to be happy
And laugh
And smile
And love
Ode to the non-existent girl
May 18, 2017
May 18, 2017 at 9:43 PM UTC
You say I'm the reason all of my relationships go to ****
When I broke up with you, and most of my past partners.
You wanted me back, and I left because of my fears.
I may be part of the reason, but defiantly not the only reason.
You took part in this disaster, so don't even pull that card.
**** honey, you're still trying? A'ight, sounds fun.
You try so hard all the time, and it always ends badly.
You text me and want to be friends, then we play the 'question game'.
You bring up past subjects, and resent fuck-ups.
I left before it got worse
It was already bad...
Jun 22, 2016
Jun 22, 2016 at 1:56 PM UTC