I've tried a lot of things
I've prayed a lot of times
But I'm still terrified of the needle that pierces my veins
Cried and cried
Shut my eyes
Clench my fists
A pain that never seems to quit
Helpful act
Leaving nothing but a dimple
In my brain though, it's not so simple
No child
But I remember
When I was a child
Over and over
Needle after needle
Again and again
Sickness with no end
Stuck with a fear
Bred inside my head
A fight I cannot fight
A threat I will always detect
No neglect
Just a kid who hid the hounding
Behind a sickness with no end
Apr 24, 2015
Apr 24, 2015 at 6:08 PM UTC
Your life is a constant fight
I sense it all around you
Day and night
Your anger flys through windows
Your curiosity is what causes my insecurities
A troubled soul
Letting trouble take its toll
Yet some how you stole my heart
Apr 23, 2015
Apr 23, 2015 at 9:13 PM UTC
The door
The floor
Hush
The walls
The windows
Whisper
Muted cries
Muffled shouts
Painting the walls like dust
The words are not for us
It's the lot behind
The door
The floor
Hush
The walls
The windows
whisper
Muted cries
Muffled shouts
I've got no doubts when I hear your voice
"But it's past my curfew" I tell myself
"I've got no choice"
The door
The floor
Hush
The walls
The windows
Whisper
Muted cries
Muffled shouts
I don't know you
Though I feel like I do
The door
The floor
Hush
The walls
The windows
Whisper
Muted cries
Muffled shouts
Night after night
I peek through the curtains
Once the fight ends
I see you walk the length of the fence
Wiping tears only I have seen you cry
The door
The floor
Hush
The walls
The windows
Whisper
Silent sobs
Shattered parts
I wish so badly I could mend your heart
Apr 23, 2015
Apr 23, 2015 at 8:39 PM UTC
Fight after fight
Testosterone and rebellion
Then a few hours of peaceful, play-pretend
But I know things
Things you don't know I know
You wait til late to begin again
You see, our wall is paper thin
2 am
You say it's a hunting game
Although I see she's your aim
Boy, you're worth so much more
Yet you've stooped down several levels
Don't listen to the devils
3am
She's not just a friend
I'm waiting to hear you say
"Thee end"
Young man, you've started digging where I already dug a tunnel
And once it starts caving
There's no way to funnel the regret
4am
don't pick the floor
Your choices they've been so poor
Bud, you've got a huge life ahead of you
This path could ruin it
Don't let her pull you with a bit
I don't want to see you fall to pieces in a heap
Don't cash yourself as cheap
Little brother
Please, get some sleep
Apr 23, 2015
Apr 23, 2015 at 6:12 PM UTC