fragilebruises
“I can never read all the books I want; I can never be all the people I want and live all the lives I want. I can never train myself in all the skills I want. And why do I want? I want to live and feel all the shades, tones and variations of mental and physical experience possible in life. And I am horribly limited.” / ― Sylvia Plath
You're worse than nicotine.
You don't only blacken my lungs,
But you blacken my face as my
Makeup pours from the tears in my eyes.
You harden my soul
And when you're done I am nothing
But a black hole.
Aug 19, 2014
Aug 19, 2014 at 4:19 PM UTC
You are an ocean,
And I merely a wave.
I am only a ripple in your existence,
Yet you are my entire life.
It's impossible for us to be together.
Aug 15, 2014
Aug 15, 2014 at 6:47 PM UTC
I feel so **** empty
I am so numb
I’ve built my walls high and tall
But what have I become?
I feel so **** lost,
I am a sleepless soul
I’ve lost my breath
Now all I am is one immense black hole.
Aug 8, 2014
Aug 8, 2014 at 3:57 PM UTC
I am not comfortable with who I am,
And I am no closer to accepting it.
Just because I smile doesn’t mean I’m okay,
Maybe I’m just good at keeping secrets.
You see this is why I am not comfortable,
I lie and lie and lie.
I am not comfortable with who I am,
And I am no closer to accepting it.
I tried to save me but I failed,
And just like everyone else I left me.
Now I am nothing,
And maybe this nothing is my comfortable.
Aug 6, 2014
Aug 6, 2014 at 9:45 AM UTC
Who am I,
Am I the creatures of the sea
Or the air in which I breathe?
Who am I,
Am I the plants that sprout in spring
Or the hurtful feeling of a bee sting?
Who am I,
Am I the ground in which I walk
Or the terrifying sight of a sky hawk?
Who am I?
This is a question that will go unanswered
Yet it spreads in my mind everyday like cancer.
Aug 4, 2014
Aug 4, 2014 at 5:51 PM UTC
Most days
I do not feel like I am from around here
I am a stranger to my own home.
But then one day you asked where home was
And for the life of me I couldn’t think of a place at all.
Aug 4, 2014
Aug 4, 2014 at 5:35 PM UTC
I am as empty as they come
a ship with holes in its floorboards;
life seeps in and out of me, a constant balance of nothingness.
I'm aware of the input, but it slides out from underneath me
before I have a chance to bid it a proper goodbye.
I am as empty as they come
a disillusioned body suffering from disorders of the mind;
a carcass of medication packaged neatly with skin and vacant eyes.
I am as empty as they come:
An abandoned ship,
An abandoned mind,
the disillusioned eyes of the blind.
I am as empty as they come.
But I too,
was once filled to the brim
with heart-pounding vigor.
-lf-
Aug 4, 2014
Aug 4, 2014 at 5:30 PM UTC
Everyone says that they will never leave you
That they will always be there for you
Yet how can you expect someone to stay
When even the air in your lungs and the blood in your veins aren’t permanent?
Aug 4, 2014
Aug 4, 2014 at 12:11 AM UTC
I came into existence as fresh as a flower
Full of aspirations and dreams
Which now wilt away
From societal screams
I abuse myself
Ripping myself from my roots
Pedal follows pedal
Onto the cold hard ground
I stopped knowing whats real
Not knowing how to feel
Losing all sort of direction
And turning toward silence
I abuse myself
Ripping myself from ground
My petals fall
And I do nothing at all.
Aug 3, 2014
Aug 3, 2014 at 11:38 PM UTC