I used to run once,
now I just walk,
I used to care once,
I doubt I ever will.
I used to smile once
I still smile...
Maybe I'm no longer the person you used to know
You'd think I'd have known better
than to listen to people.
But I never said that I knew myself
And my body is a cage
With no way out.
I'd like to leave
Please
Yet my thoughts are restrained
by my skin.
I'm always tearing
and ripping and
scratching at it.
I just keeps growing back.
Sep 28, 2017
Sep 28, 2017 at 3:43 PM UTC
Have you ever heard?
of the trusty old nerd?
He worked all day long,
Nothing went wrong
But without a friend,
things come to an end
Things needed to change,
At least that he could arrange.
He varied his looks,
ditched his books
Changed his words,
forgot about surds.
Tried a different crowd
though they could get quite loud.
Cut his hair
though few were aware
Desperately trying to keep up the fight.
But nobody cared
So he disappeared...
Sep 21, 2017
Sep 21, 2017 at 3:07 PM UTC
As I write this
right here,
right now,
Tears are flowing down my face.
I don't mean,
to sound overdramatic,
but sometimes,
all that unpredictability
it can be
extremely
overwhelming
Control is just an illusion
the world spirals
in and out
of focus.
I've done something
I regret
I am so sorry
This is all
my fault.
Sep 19, 2017
Sep 19, 2017 at 3:27 PM UTC
What comes to mind
when we think of weapons?
A knife?
A gun?
A bomb?
We've got idiots firing missiles
at each other
left and right,
They seem to have forgotten what
the real weapons are:
Words.
Sure I bet you're wondering.
how much damage
can a word do?
A lot actually...
Forged inside the mind,
Perfected by the brain,
Tipped with emotion
and
Sharpened by the tongue
Fired from the mouth.
I'm not saying all words
are weapons,
some are soft and gentle,
they should be treasured,
they help you to see
what little good is left in this world.
But I am telling you now,
there are words in existence,
that tear you apart,
like wrapping paper,
hoping for a surprise.
Luckily for me, there's not much left.
It takes a minute to make someone's day
And a single word to destroy someone's life.
Sep 15, 2017
Sep 15, 2017 at 2:54 PM UTC
My eyes snap open:
I am walking
not by choice
for I am weighted down
it lurks behind me
every second
of every day.
People stare
and goggle at me
tongues throw knives
"Why are you so strange?"
some miss entirely
"Why can't you be normal?"
others hit home.
Doubt is constantly,
relentlessly,
gnawing at my brain
How?
Why?
When?
Too many questions
What if all I ever do,
when light recedes
Is stare up at the ceiling
And drown in the past
When I think I've come up for air
I find a crashing wave of nightmares
That shoves me further down.
I do not understand
I lack perfect vision
Yet it is not I
that cannot see clearly
Even when the trees
***** at my eyes like needles
Nothing stops the pain
no matter how hard I try
I cannot escape
No matter how hard I try
No matter how far I get.
I end up
Closer than ever before
One day
I will be too tired
to keep going.
It will consume me.
And I will be lost.
Forever. I Am Sorry
Jul 2, 2017
Jul 2, 2017 at 2:16 PM UTC
I sit
alone
in the Sun
its rays pass through me
I am transparent.
I feel people's eyes on me
every day
but to them
I am glass
they see nothing but my smile
don't let it end there.
Maybe we should shed some light
on the situation
things happen
people talk
and everything
goes to ****
Jun 23, 2017
Jun 23, 2017 at 4:55 PM UTC
I don't get vision
Yeah
Sure
I've studied science too
Light through pupil
Image flipped
Produced on retina
But here's the thing?
I don't see the light
I see nothing but darkness
There is nothing ahead
except
the Void
Nothingness.
Jun 23, 2017
Jun 23, 2017 at 2:52 AM UTC
Hey.
Hi.
Hello.
I am not
Okay.
I want to disappear.
I look at myself in the mirror
or I struggle to
the way people find it hard
to look at
mistakes
There's the urge to erase,
to leave no marks or traces behind.
While the world continues to revolve.
Without.
Me.
Jun 19, 2017
Jun 19, 2017 at 2:03 AM UTC
Let's talk about skin...
Is it?.. a part of my body?
Or more than that?
All a matter of
Interpretation.
Some people think of skin
as
Fragile and easily scarred
Like mine.
Wrapping paper
that decorates
your heart and
Soul.
There are some
with skin
So Tough:
It is impossible to leave marks
I yearn for such skin
where the impressions of cruelty
are unable
to stick
to stay
to ravage
How much more damage
can my skin sustain?
Before it yields
and I spill out.
All over the
Cold
Hard
Floor.
Jun 14, 2017
Jun 14, 2017 at 11:54 AM UTC
Despite what most people think.
You can be dead while alive.
Yes I know,
crazy right?
Wrong.
In all honesty,
it doesn't happen
to everyone.
In fact,
most don't even know.
Here's my account:
It started slowly.
I was fine.
Something happened.
I got hurt.
I was scarred.
Things didn't get
better.
I got worse.
Then things started dying
Inside.
Where I couldn't see.
Soon enough,
things meant nothing.
Heart
Head
Skin
Blood
Thoughts
It's so easy to pretend.
Jun 11, 2017
Jun 11, 2017 at 9:45 AM UTC