I can't forget about you
You see
You're trapped in my head
The audio on repeat
Oh ****
Oh ****
Oh ****
Over and over again
Those two words that started this whole mess
Oh ****
Jan 7, 2018
Jan 7, 2018 at 1:12 AM UTC
It follows me
Meandering behind me like a lost hungry dog
I turn around and it lowers its head slightly
I keep walking, feeling it's stare
I go into a bakery, it waits outside
It looks lonely and hungry yet I'm afraid
Afraid of it hurting me
It looks gnarled and rough, grey around the edges
It won't leave me, it simply trails behind me
I ponder who it's owner is
I walk a few more blocks
Maybe it will leave
I turn around its still there
I wonder again who the owner is
I decide to find out
I feed it a piece of bread, all while feeling frightened that I might lose a finger
While it is occupied I peer at his collar
And what I see makes sense
Misery
My phone number
Jan 5, 2018
Jan 5, 2018 at 1:21 AM UTC
The future screams to me
And so does the past
It wants me to succeed
It tells me of my torments
I want it
I want nothing to do with it
I hear it screaming begging waiting
I hear it whispering whimpering waiting
Dec 3, 2017
Dec 3, 2017 at 10:23 PM UTC
The days are meager
Meaningless
Insignificant
Except they're not
Not here they aren't
There are hours and hours
Of group and home towers
The seconds fly by
Like the sun in the sky
You wilt and you grow
Stuck with absolutely nothing to throw
You laugh and you cry
But cont;nue to try
The days are mighty
Meaningful
Magnificent
Nov 18, 2017
Nov 18, 2017 at 12:42 AM UTC
Have you seen my heart?
I might have lost it
Have you heard my heart?
I might have misplaced it
Have you felt my heart?
I might have left it behind
Have you tasted my heart?
I think you might have eaten it
Oct 28, 2017
Oct 28, 2017 at 6:57 PM UTC
There's a sensation in my ********
It's annoying and raw
They tell me it's just cause I have to ***
But to me it's all wrong
It associates itself with hands on my thighs
With unwanted whispers in my ear
With a finger in me
A finger that is not mine
There's a sensation in my ********
That makes me feel unsafe
It makes me want to chop it off so I never feel again
It makes me leave my body
It makes me never want to come back
It makes me want to cry
It makes me want to die
Oct 15, 2017
Oct 15, 2017 at 9:44 PM UTC
My arm is wrapped in white
My arm is covered in red hard things
My nails and my arms don't get along
They battle a lot
My arm hardly ever wins
Oct 10, 2017
Oct 10, 2017 at 10:49 PM UTC
I wrote a note
No
I wrote the note
The note of notes
The final note
Well what was supposed to be the final note
I was in the tub
The last tub
With a blade
The blade
Against my wrist
The right wrist
Because the left is the second wrist
But my note
The note
Wasn't printed out
It was still on my phone
How can you write a note
The last note
And not know that it will be seen
So I wrote the note
The last note
And now I have a chance to write more notes
So what do I do with the last note
Oct 7, 2017
Oct 7, 2017 at 10:27 PM UTC
Can I **** myself?
I don't know can you?
May I **** myself?
Were you not taught any manners?
May I please **** myself?
Yes dear, go ahead.
Sep 22, 2017
Sep 22, 2017 at 2:24 AM UTC
Why can't you hear me
Why won't you listen
Why won't you pay attention to me
Why do you ignore me
Why do you hate me
Why do you despise me
Why do you love me
Why do you care so much
Why do you want me to stay alive
Why do ignore me
Why do you not care enough about me
Why don't you pay attention to me
Sep 16, 2017
Sep 16, 2017 at 1:39 AM UTC