The world is ending,
I close my eyes and the yelling gets louder,
I turn on music and the tears push harder,
I press the heal of my hand on my face and the thoughts grow stronger,
The world is ending
I'm falling- if only I had wings,
I am lost in this cycle between life and death,
and i cant decide which I like better,
I close my eyes and the world is ending,
The world will always be ending,
So, I fall asleep so the yelling can get louder and I'll stop trying to fly.
Apr 13, 2015
Apr 13, 2015 at 6:42 PM UTC
Wednesday, April 1st, 2015
"What happened to all the beauty in my dads eyes?"
It was washed away by a thing called life.
No one can survive it,
its a fatal disease and its ******* genetic.
Apr 13, 2015
Apr 13, 2015 at 6:17 PM UTC
I've always wanted to go to space,
never ending darkness full of everything and nothing.
Stars and planets drift towards each other doomed,
but creating new.
I've always wanted to go to space,
Never ending sadness full of regret and anger.
Skin and blades run towards each other doomed,
Destroying the future.
Today I have decided to go to space.
I will return to the stars that birthed us without a goodbye and I'm so sorry but i will share secrets of my time with you in my next life.
I will treasure the old.
Mar 21, 2015
Mar 21, 2015 at 10:40 AM UTC
In the shower letting the water hit me like bullets on my back. The dirt stays under my fleshy pink skin, never to be removed, ****** to be apart of me forever.
desperate to be cleansed like I have a disease and I do have an illness, but it came in the shape of a young man, with blond curly hair his friendly smile that you could trust, he smelt like adventure. His words of velvet felt nice in my palm.
But velvet turned to sand paper and adventure turned to danger. The bugs stay under my skin, they all have his face and his hands as I remember them, around my throat. I scrub around my chest and down to my hips, every inch that he infiltrated. I will wipe away every trace of his finger prints from my thighs. My skin turns into soft concrete, the water feels like second degree burns on my memory, but I still cant seem to forget.
Mar 4, 2015
Mar 4, 2015 at 10:13 PM UTC
\\Im drowning in my own home again and I cant seem to open my eyes for the fear of falling has my head spinning
and slipping seems so graceful,
your words bounded to my neck with chains that never loosen; cut into my chest like something that has never seemed so comforting.
Anything is better than this.//
Mar 4, 2015
Mar 4, 2015 at 10:08 PM UTC