Maybe I should join him.
And take my own life.
Maybe I’d be content,
Knowing my heart no longer
Beats tirelessly,
To keep my worn out body alive.
Maybe then I’d be content and free.
From the thoughts of you
Racing through my mind.
Maybe,
Just maybe...
Oct 4, 2020
Oct 4, 2020 at 2:39 PM UTC
My demons awake,
When I am at my weakest.
To bully, bruise and break
A heart.
That is already,
Bullied, bruised and broken.
Knowing I will never be strong enough,
To put the demons back to bed.
Sep 3, 2020
Sep 3, 2020 at 12:25 PM UTC
I just lay down.
And it happened again,
For the first time in months.
Attempting to release the pain
Drop by drop.
Blood, tears and screams.
Yet I still don’t feel alive.
Sep 3, 2020
Sep 3, 2020 at 12:12 PM UTC
I have spent my life,
Living in the past,
Avoiding the present
And absolutely petrified of the future.
Aug 15, 2020
Aug 15, 2020 at 9:54 PM UTC
She leaves the house alone every night. To cry on her own in the dark. In peace. She has no friends to text because at the end of the day she can’t tell them everything. She’s out of the house getting exercise but she exercises until she can’t breath, until she can feel bone. She has bobbins all up her arms hiding cuts while she scratches her raw legs under the dinner table. The family see she is eating. Her friends at the cinema see it too. But what they don’t see, is the puke stained bathroom floor and the mouth ulcers from her own ***** forced up by only her. She starts cutting her tongue so it hurts even more too. She can’t focus on a movie because every **** second she’s wondering where she’ll cut next or how many pills she should take tonight. Or where she could find rope. The baby she lost last year holds memories. A time she could have been happy. The empty space where the baby should be Yet the void inside her is still so shallow. Her boundaries were broken growing up when her cousins fingers slipped inside. She was hurt again when she met the devil himself and fell in love only to find out he wanted her dead and once again bet her black and blue and left her open for the world to see. Only to find out he himself went to hell before she could.
And if only people knew this they might leave her alone.
Jul 27, 2020
Jul 27, 2020 at 7:01 PM UTC
It can come in bottles,
Plastic cases,
Prescriptions
And foil wrappers.
But it can also come as ***
Blades,
Starvation,
Blood
And drug dealers.
Take your pick.
Jun 7, 2020
Jun 7, 2020 at 8:07 PM UTC
And I’m back to the bad place.
My hollow corpse,
Floating aimlessly.
Through what some people call,
Life.
Jun 3, 2020
Jun 3, 2020 at 6:30 PM UTC
The memories hurt a million times more,
Than the trauma itself.
May 29, 2020
May 29, 2020 at 6:46 PM UTC