**** my eyes hurt so bad
I don't know why I am not glad
I hated thefuck word glad
Why thefuck can't I eat you,
Man
Man, why
the ****
are you
a man
¿
Apr 3, 2014
Apr 3, 2014 at 10:32 PM UTC
Jelly dry as ******* ice
Mice
Like evils mice they bite
Up my arms
Like charms
And Breyer ducking **** why the ugh can't you ******* get up
The thought of your thoughts is drought
Me so
The inside of my chest is better than the explanation of the Rest of the messages I sent
Why can't you get up
Sorry not sorry for the mice. Sorry not sorry for the ignorant would worry but too lazy
But too dumb
But too numb
But too ******* fed up
With your mothers hazy eyes and c cups
Why don't you ******* get up
Instead of ******* ******* up
I hate the ******* thought if that
You know ******* who I'm yelling at
Apr 3, 2014
Apr 3, 2014 at 10:30 PM UTC
Naked, well almost; I laid there
I could feel the other girl's back cold against my skin-
-my imperfectly un-tanned skin
Instead, giving me freckles for just the heck of it
It felt as if the sun was gently kissing every small tan dot on my back, while being held under in an ice bath
But not because of my dearest by my side, no
Because of the dearest back home
Because of the doubts I set aside in the act of selfish desires
But you are truly my only one
Dec 31, 2013
Dec 31, 2013 at 3:57 PM UTC
Naked, well almost; I laid there
I could feel the other girl's back cold against my skin-
-my imperfectly un-tanned skin
Instead, giving me freckles for just the heck of it
It felt as if the sun was gently kissing every small tan dot on my back, while being held under in an ice bath
But not because of my dearest by my side, no
Because of the dearest back home
Because of the doubts I set aside in the act of selfish desires
But you are truly my only one
Dec 31, 2013
Dec 31, 2013 at 3:57 PM UTC
2:02
The blinking blue line where my words will type is making me anxious
It's the morning now, but the sun's not up
And the taste of your memory seems more and more delicious
But it's morning now, and the sun's not up
And I miss you
Dec 31, 2013
Dec 31, 2013 at 5:07 AM UTC
it saddens me that the word 'suicide'
is beautiful to me in some way
like how beautiful
the flames are when they're burning your childhood memories
all at once
or how beautiful the girl who tries
to die
when she looks in the mirror
the kind of painful beauty that is seen from the observer
but not the owner
i would miss you, yes
i would cry, yes
i need you, yes
do not go
even with the beautiful, comes the agony
with the honor, comes the shame
with the blade, comes the scar
and with the suicide, comes the pain
i need you and i'll always need you
and though this poem is written for the heart of the girl who nearly died in a world
so cruel
so saddening
so indifferent
and significant
she wont nearly see how much she means to me
Dec 30, 2013
Dec 30, 2013 at 10:46 PM UTC
I would rather if you did not say much at all.
You do not want to risk anything or anyone.
You only want it all to yourself - everything, but that is not how it goes.
"You really are not that important", you tell yourself.
And those who say you are, do not matter because their opinion is 1 out of nearly 8 billion
And so are you.
So small - so insignificant.
But
If that was true -
Why are you here?
We're given a life, all to ourselves
It even came with a beautiful body.
So would not you think, there must be a reason?
A reason to live.
Just because you don't know the reason, doesn't mean there isn't one.
Wait a little longer dear, you'll be just fine.
Dec 30, 2013
Dec 30, 2013 at 10:24 PM UTC
i am sick to my stomach
as i swallow the infertile glimpses of another's merriment
possibly plummeting into a darkness so indifferently black
a darkness-known only to the child in the mirror
and the girl staring back
with the wishes and wants that my body dribs
and with one quick collisional stroke on the child's beautifully painted canvass
one toss of the blade across her skin
one inkling of pain and i will hurt you
don't you touch the only thing i have left
don't you mess it up this time babe
she cannot have the pain
depression is the last thing the girl needs
it might just leave her empty
nevertheless not breathing
like it almost did to you
Dec 30, 2013
Dec 30, 2013 at 9:49 PM UTC
my throat hurts
and my eyes numb away the panic
from the selfish
addicting
actions of love
and hate
from the core of my soul
and the tips of my teeth
you'll fall away
but i already expected it
and it feels like theres no way out
what now
Dec 28, 2013
Dec 28, 2013 at 7:02 PM UTC
I can feel it in my
body, I can feel
it pulsing down
my
vertebrae in my
spine, and
in the
blood in
my veins.
I can feel it
slithering
on
the top layer of my melanin lacking skin.
Oh
I can feel the
craving
More. More. More, at first
I thought
it was
just a little bit
more, a tiny
craving.
But
it's more than that, because
every
*******
time
it's just 'a little more',
every time it's the
addiction.
Hidden behind covers to
hide the sun
when you first
wake up, the constant
ignorant 'wanting' telling
you that
you
only need a
little more sleep.
You only need
one more puff.
You only need another
swig of the
liquid gunshot
in the disguise of my lips.
"It won't hurt" says the little lying ***** who calls himself addiction.
Dec 23, 2013
Dec 23, 2013 at 10:20 PM UTC