Helplessness-
We can feel each individual beat
I can feel the vibrations reach my hands
can not stop shaking
We are not meant to be angry
They say
be thankful your heart can still move
because it doesn't deserve too
but it doesn't change it
how you take your knife and stab indiscriminately
in our direction
attack
after
attack
until each spirit has been pierced
by your shared ugly knife
Nov 2, 2020
Nov 2, 2020 at 3:15 AM UTC
A wish to have lived
with a pretty lace blindfold
in a pretty world
Seven crawls out
and though it comes from so far
slices through the lace
Jul 19, 2020
Jul 19, 2020 at 5:48 AM UTC
A type of fire
that travels through one, screaming
never to echo
no one can hear it
room softened by us, no sound
no one can hear it
Jul 9, 2020
Jul 9, 2020 at 7:53 AM UTC
more
nothing
nothing to say
nothing to think
just
empty
hurtful
dark
nothing
In the end
It'll
all
be
nothing
and maybe
that might just be
the moment
when
we
can
find
it
that may be what makes us special
Jul 3, 2020
Jul 3, 2020 at 7:49 AM UTC
It's so much easier .
.
. To cry out
To let go
.
to drown in whatever has us
to willingly let it end .
. .
this is were the hopeful part comes in .
.
but I can't seem to
Come up with anything
Jun 21, 2020
Jun 21, 2020 at 6:02 AM UTC
uprooted from
dew ridden dirt
and while growing from
such a sight
it's still hard to hold
on to what defines
one as human
Jun 21, 2020
Jun 21, 2020 at 3:50 AM UTC
A ravaged soul for the cost of being able to speak
A dark one for wanting peace
A troubled one for sitting back
A scorched one for endurance
And a stolen one for speaking out
Jun 20, 2020
Jun 20, 2020 at 6:38 PM UTC
thousand needles to
. pierce a soul, leave it withered
. . .
and one to mend it . .
. . . .
. . . .
Jun 16, 2020
Jun 16, 2020 at 3:26 AM UTC