Both heart and mind are
shattered now that you are gone.
For I didn't get a chance to
say goodbye,
But I do have one question to ask of you,
Did it make you proud that I was your son?
Nov 4, 2016
Nov 4, 2016 at 10:28 PM UTC
Smile for the
Camera
Cry on my
Pillows
Laugh out loud
Sob deep within in
Which is the true me
Am I happy
Am I sad
Am I both or
None
AM I NOTHING?
Oct 27, 2015
Oct 27, 2015 at 5:52 PM UTC
Daddy,
wasn't there to dry my eye
Daddy,
wasn't there to kiss my wrists
Daddy,
was the reason for my tears
Daddy,
was the reason for the blood
Daddy,
I give up on you
Daddy,
Goodbye
Jul 8, 2015
Jul 8, 2015 at 7:43 PM UTC
Why smile
When pain is all you feel
Why cry
when there is no one to care
Why live
When there is no hope
Jul 8, 2015
Jul 8, 2015 at 7:37 PM UTC
Curiouser
And
Curiouser
I follow you
down
down
down
Into the most
Odd little world of
Madness and magic
Jubjub and Jabberwocky
Red-painted white roses;
Such a beautiful adventure
I have only dreamt about.
Still I'm bothered by how,
Even in a place like this,
You only think of the time.
My dearest white rabbit,
I would truly hate to see
All of Wonderland
go and
pass
you
by.
Jul 8, 2015
Jul 8, 2015 at 7:21 PM UTC
You will feel
Worthless
You will want
To die
You will starve
You will hurt
Mentally and physically
You will hate
Yourself
And that's all thanks to me
Love,
Depression
May 13, 2015
May 13, 2015 at 10:10 AM UTC
Poetry has become my self harm,
I only write at my lows...
Instead of blood I see words,
Instead of a blade I have a keyboard...
I want to write about...
The wind dancing with the sea...
Or...
The way you smile and it lights up your innocent face...
I don't want poetry to be my self harm,
Because poetry is beautiful...
An art...
Not.
Just.
Blood.
And.
Scars.
May 5, 2015
May 5, 2015 at 8:21 PM UTC
there's nothing romantic about
stinging, shaking legs
and a still silence
surrounding lovers that creates
screams in their heads --
where did i go wrong
i'm such an idiot
there's nothing beautiful
about blood and self-loathing,
insecurities and guilt.
there's no turning around.
there's only moving forward.
and maybe they'll both be different,
but they'll probably stay the same.
and there's nothing --
nothing --
pretty about that.
May 5, 2015
May 5, 2015 at 8:19 PM UTC
I'm in
debt feeding
illness and
I'm too
mentally broke
©
May 5, 2015
May 5, 2015 at 8:14 PM UTC