i'm burning
from the inside out
if you felt my fingertips
you could feel the fire
that ignited from intoxication
but even while my mind
is cloudy and scrambled
like eggs for breakfast;
i still feel these dreadful feelings
that i was attempting
to get away from,
by drowning myself
in something
that could hurt me;
but even so,
my feelings for you
still manage to linger
and cause me the most pain.
you lit a fire in me
that doesn't burn out;
please god
give me the will
to grab the coldest water
that i could ever find
to blow out this flame
because what's the point
in keeping it lit
when the person
who stroke the match
doesn't stand by it anymore
to keep warm.
Nov 21, 2014
Nov 21, 2014 at 11:33 PM UTC
when your fears
become a reality
your little speck of hope
that resides within you
disintegrates into something
so drastic
and so profound
that it destroys you
and your sanity.
Nov 21, 2014
Nov 21, 2014 at 11:28 PM UTC
*the place that i once knew
encased with trees
and flowers protecting
its tranquility
now dies
by the hands of man
losing its beauty
it once had
the rocks are crushed
and turn to dust
by just
one touch
the standing trees
have either vanished
or have fallen
into the river that still runs
the river
holds the last piece of life
this place has left
it still runs along this place
it is still hidden behind
the only mass of trees
that still stand
please oh please
don't let the river die too.*
Nov 21, 2014
Nov 21, 2014 at 11:25 PM UTC
Sadness is not just a silly little toy
that you can just pick up
and play with,
show off to your friends
as if it were a prize.
It is something so much more
and far more dangerous,
It's like a thousand steely knives
piercing into you
into every existent part of your body
And you just bleed,
and bleed and bleed
and you never stop bleeding
until there's nothing left
but skins and bones and emptiness.
So why would anyone
desire such a thing,
why would anyone
just use it
to gain pity and sympathy?
This is not beautiful
it is not a spectacle
It never was like that scrape
you got from falling off your bike
at the age of 6
It's a treacherous path you're taking,
to force such a thing upon yourself
Sadness immerses you
like a tidal wave
swallowing a cruise ship whole
When you realize you're drowning
it's already too late
You can't escape what lies inside
without destroying yourself
You've been caught in your own trap
It's not so silly now, is it?
It's an illness within you
your own demons
devouring you from the inside out
and it's all in your ******* head
Many encourage
such a horrid thing
and don't even realize
the effect
of their ****** and poisonous words
What a sick
and immoral thing
that a human being could do,
waste their time on Earth
to get rid of another's
And yet you people glorify
such a ****** emotion,
as if
it were a silly little toy
you children play with
Mar 12, 2014
Mar 12, 2014 at 8:16 PM UTC