I am sick of being pushed around and left behind.
I am sick of feeling like I don't matter.
I am sick of feeling like I am a bother when I voice my matters.
I am sick of feeling like I have to hide my problems when I am about to burst at the seams.
I am sick of being told it will happen, when I know no one will actually reach out and help me.
I am sick of being told everything will be okay, when I really see no change in anything no matter how hard I try.
I am sick of pretending to be someone I'm not.
I am sick of being something I don't want to be.
I am sick of being sick with something I can't get rid of.
I am sick of...dying.
I'm dying, and I have yet to tell anyone.
I am sick, of being scared.
I'm so very, very scared.
Jun 28, 2017
Jun 28, 2017 at 2:31 PM UTC
I only love you
at night
when loneliness
fuels desire
and
desperation
replaces
rational thought
Your value is reflected
in an empty whiskey bottle
sideways
on the stained carpet
Funny how everything
is eventually
neglected
May 15, 2016
May 15, 2016 at 2:46 PM UTC
Raven, weep not.
Your time has yet to come.
Your screams make children flee.
And women scream.
You make men quiver in fear of disease.
May 15, 2016
May 15, 2016 at 2:38 PM UTC
Told a friend, told a few.
Scary house, pretty knife.
Pretty girl, ugly life.
Mother knew, father saw.
Fathers wife, constant threats.
Sanity hanging by a thread.
I took her hand, ran away.
Or was it casual walking?
Praying for a better place.
Met a man, pretty brown eyes.
Kissed a man, hungry lips.
****** a man, total bliss.
Old friend, new bed.
Lit up, ****** down.
Rested my head, closed my eyes.
Accepting a new life
as a Walkaway.
Nov 12, 2015
Nov 12, 2015 at 11:48 AM UTC
Please tell me when it kicks in.
This captivating rhythm.
Made of gold and motivation.
This pathetic degree.
Though, I gotta bury it.
Apr 29, 2015
Apr 29, 2015 at 4:46 PM UTC
All her intentions.
All his perfection.
All her obsession.
His many redemption.
His own intentions.
One of his obsessions.
He, her only correction.
Catching her attention.
Only to be, a betrayed connection.
Apr 27, 2015
Apr 27, 2015 at 4:42 PM UTC
Searching through her bloodied clothes.
Searching for what is left.
Nothing.
****
With this rage, I cut into her chest.
I want her heart, for safety and comfort.
I rip it out and cradle it.
I want it for others but I shall never reveal them now.
I love very bit of this heart.
You say I am a beast?
Something so cruel?
You all made me this way.
Look at you, I know you have done sins.
I am a dark being.
I love the screams and moans of pain and lust.
I just don't know what happened.
To that beautiful girl you had once seen.
Laughing, playing...
Now wicked and imbalanced.
I have made a doll.
It has the heart that I cradled.
Stuffed inside like a body in a bag.
It looks just like her.
She talks to me.
Calls me "Little Dove".
At night 'she' comes alive and kisses me with those sharp teeth.
Killing me with her poisoned kiss.
That wretched smile drives me insane.
She is a demon, bursting out if my chest.
Putting her ****** doll like hand on my pale white cheek.
I am paralyzed in time.
I love her ever so.
She says to me that me can make me a world of blood.
She makes me dream of haunted things.
Wounds, stitches, knives and more lovely,
Blood...
I am happy that she can make my world come true.
I love that I am crazy, because she makes me feel better.
I love you, my demon.
Sweet, sweet demon.
~
She has left me.
Had I loved her too much?
Without no warning.
Left me all tattered.
White dress stained with our blood.
Will she ever return?
She never returned.
I still hear her demotic voice at night, yearning for her kiss.
Wanting to feel her warm body against mine.
Feeling her doll-like hand caressing my body.
I awaken to a ear wrenching noise.
I found her dying on the ground.
She said she loved this dark and ****** side of me,
and to let go of this love that we had.
A door of shadow had appear like a carry-on.
So dark, so pretty.
I opened it and saw beauty.
No tears slid down my face.
I saw what she was dying for.
She had made me my world of hurt.
Feb 23, 2015
Feb 23, 2015 at 2:52 PM UTC
Who is it to tell that one of purity and evil cant be tied to union.
One with the leather wings and a cackle of nightmares
Another, a voice of angels and a halo of gold.
Who is it to tell that two of different species can't love?
Feb 2, 2015
Feb 2, 2015 at 10:15 AM UTC
Bitten cold.
Burning hold.
What has truly happened here?
Killing rage.
Burning sage.
Is this truly your demonic heir?
Jan 26, 2015
Jan 26, 2015 at 10:38 AM UTC
I lie in bed
Pounding head
****** slit wrists
Food barely bit
Beer bottles on floor
Feeling lost and torn
Asking myself...
Is it time to end all the pain?
Jan 26, 2015
Jan 26, 2015 at 10:34 AM UTC