He’s six and he can’t do anything right.
The humiliation and shame of failure swelled up in his chest.
A pencil was almost worthless because his hands are close to useless.
He was outcasted by the teacher away from the other kids every single day.
No one had taught him how to read and the page was completely alien.
He couldn’t sleep at night no matter how hard he tried and he was spanked.
Deep down he only wanted to please his mother but he simply couldn’t.
Although he was “gifted” in a few ways he was incompetent in most others.
He could never make her proud so he had just to erase her from his mind.
She was dead and now ****** only to exist in the past.
The boy knew he was a burden and was only a mistake that was too late to be fixed.
For a time simply existing was a state of intense remorse.
No matter the punishments or pain inflicted on him the guilt still lingered.
He knew that he truly didn’t deserve love.
But he wanted it so badly from those who cant give it.
Feb 22, 2018
Feb 22, 2018 at 10:27 PM UTC
Why did it turn out this way?
I’m alone, ***** and bitter.
I can’t stand how you found happiness.
But thats what I wanted all that time ago.
I’ve always have been a ********* at heart.
What destroyed me had felt so good in the moment.
It’s almost funny really.
I’m breathing but still far from truly living.
Yet your just **** full of life and energy.
But I know if I relived it over I would still make the same choices.
Because I always loved you way more than me.
Feb 7, 2018
Feb 7, 2018 at 8:28 PM UTC
Those nights strips away your nerves like wires.
Your body is tired that you can’t move but it’s not tired enough to sleep.
Old regret and suppressed emotions linger into your bloodstream,
and your mind slowly becomes completely toxic.
An empty wall is your only real friend and companion.
Whenever your dying on the inside there is no one around to save you,
But the loneliness is always consistent at least.
Every second passes by like an hour while the silence steals your sanity.
Songs mean nothing to the deaf but that white noise is everything you have.
You’ll finally feel better by sunrise but there is another night waiting.
In the end nothing will always just become nothing.
Jan 30, 2018
Jan 30, 2018 at 5:32 PM UTC
I’m a bird with clipped wings,
never able to be hurt by freedom,
but there is so much beauty in suffering.
Dec 27, 2017
Dec 27, 2017 at 10:20 PM UTC
Hey Honey-apple,
Orange you glad we’re divorced?
Thank God for Prenups.
Dec 20, 2017
Dec 20, 2017 at 1:12 AM UTC
Life and tragedy move faster than any bullet.
I keep driving but I don’t know what road I’m on anymore.
Does it even matter though?
The length of the trip varies but the destination is always death.
There are no pretty words that can hide that fact.
Salvation is not a certainty but neither is damnation.
Nobody truly knows what happens when the game is over.
We just know that it ends.
Dec 19, 2017
Dec 19, 2017 at 11:54 PM UTC
He saved the entire world.
Then put the gun to his head,
and squeezed the trigger.
The good wasn’t good enough.
Superman just pretended to be happy,
but it was a joke.
Dec 16, 2017
Dec 16, 2017 at 8:57 PM UTC
These ******* winter months always chills me to the bone.
We would have been together by three years next month.
No one else has been able to keep my heart warm ever since.
My grandfather is slowly losing his mind and he can’t stay himself.
In just a few more years I’ll be entirely alone without a family.
Those Christmas decorations are like flashing neon signs at a funeral.
All of my holiday cheer is pure ******** it’s been a con for a long time.
The future approaching me is grim but I figure that I deserve all of this.
I’m used to dancing with the dead anyways.
“Merry ******* Christmas I might see you again next year.”
I told my reflection in the smudged mirror.
Dec 11, 2017
Dec 11, 2017 at 2:15 AM UTC
I sold my soul to Satan because I was drunk and bored.
Hell and brimstone is a nice change from that woman.
The way she nags at me is far sharper than any pitchfork.
It was true misery at first ****
Oh and don’t even get her started about trying to have any fun.
She makes me truly envy all the dumb and deaf people.
It’s been twenty years far too long.
A functional routine is a just a necessary evil I suppose.
Dec 10, 2017
Dec 10, 2017 at 2:08 AM UTC
You can wash your hands but the ever filth won’t wash off.
Seeing death for the first time is a lot like popping your cherry.
The ones afterward are felt less and far more forgettable.
As life goes on you’ll become slowly number to it,
and it even is harder to grow shocked by.
I saw one paralyzed and trying to desperately grasp for air,
And another tangled in wreckage she was just 28.
The rest are simply more of a distant haze,
but yet those people are now forever gone just the same.
Strangers, family, or friends simply become ****** to memory.
All of us only have a one-way ticket so just enjoy the ride.
Dec 8, 2017
Dec 8, 2017 at 12:58 AM UTC