I drink too much but it gives me the pleasure of intoxication,
One too many ramifications,
I smoke too much to stun my heart of its beat,
All to avoid the acceptance of defeat.
Problems are associated with you
It's hard to get through
Talking to myself, judging myself and hating myself
So alone without anyone's words of comfort, but oneself
I feel like I want to hurt those who have hurt me.
One too many reasons not to accept their plea
Smoke and mirrors everywhere
One too many reasons not to stay here.
Sep 12, 2020
Sep 12, 2020 at 6:36 AM UTC
They say to care for one another
But how can you say that when thats all I've doing
True love is often taught by your mother
I guess it is what I've always been pursuing.
Don't blame me for when it hits the fan
You will say it is my fault,
I guess they think I am a madman
I guess they forgot about the assault
Where were you when the scars were open.
You was meant to be there to help
I guess it was difficult to be outspoken
Then again you was probably waiting for the yelp.
Karma will come back to bring peace
You will know this very soon
Honestly it will be the masterpiece
Because I am coming out of my cocoon.
Sep 10, 2020
Sep 10, 2020 at 9:45 PM UTC
My heart is thumping with pain,
I feel ashamed,
The biggest endurance race where there is nothing to gain.
My heart is inflamed.
Pain is the gateway to nothingness,
People only notice satisfaction,
No one notices the teardrop of weakness.
People only notice the reaction.
Aug 28, 2018
Aug 28, 2018 at 6:33 PM UTC
Time isn't free but sacrifices are voluntary
People don't understand me, they don't like to understand the contrary
Exhausted with foolish people who are narcissistic by nature
Obsessed with their stature.
Nov 14, 2017
Nov 14, 2017 at 4:41 PM UTC
Breaking out with my faults
I can't handle becoming an adult,
My scars are open
My life is determined by someone else' pen
There is no recovery from suicide
There is no place to hide.
I know that I've lived and fought
But what happens when you're a neet who takes bottles in one draught
When you give yourself less but everyone else so much more
Man life ***** when you're poor,
I hate the meds because it makes me feel weak, reliant and unhappy
Shoutout to Dappy.
I almost met my fate yesterday, oh what a feeling of ecstasy.
It almost seemed like a fantasy,
It isn't about the lie, it is how the truth is denied
It isn't about life, it is how you've lived with a knife.
Dec 7, 2016
Dec 7, 2016 at 9:42 AM UTC
She makes me feel like superman, so why should I fear.
I am on-duty to protect her, love her and care for her
My only kryptonite are her tears.
She says "you're silly", "overprotective" and "nhnhnhnhnh"
I treat her like my Cleopatra, what she says goes
Will I soon fade out like her past affairs.
She worries too much, she shouts at me, oh how she woes
What else to do but listen, I mean I do truly care.
She asks me; "Do I look fat", I didn't hesitate to give my honesty
You're beautiful everyday, I love everything about you.
She calls me a liar, she starves herself to satisfy others constantly
I say to her that I want to lay with you.
What am I. Your friend, your boyfriend your fiancee or husband
You say I'm crazy and tell me you love me, but am I enough.
We visit twice a month, yet we are both in London.
Am I a person who you met just for a bluff
Oct 6, 2016
Oct 6, 2016 at 5:07 PM UTC
My lips turning grey from the lack of warmth and even maybe love.
I tend to have random shivers time-to-time, with cold hands that seem lifeless.
Some people visit their friends or family and ignore me because they assume I am different, I am alone, and they are above.
My heart shrieks of distress because my body has been compressed within these four walls, and no-one to press against.
Minutes, hours and days have passed where no-one has asked me why am I here or what has started this.
Is there really no life for me that will become a bliss.
Should I give up now because the pain is too much to repair
I feel as if I am not a prisoner, but treated like a caged bear.
Jul 17, 2015
Jul 17, 2015 at 6:08 AM UTC
Someone say Marco someone make me feel sane
The third person is clearly me , so let me leave
With no sense of belonging for life is a game, and I don't have the skills to maintain . An indifferent individual on a spree to only grieve
What can anyone do about it when you're alone in the rain and you are just ashamed
Mar 5, 2015
Mar 5, 2015 at 10:45 AM UTC
I strut with confidence alongside her; she "fails" to acknowledge me
I try to attain her attention with my friends; she continues to ignore us three?
We decide of something else. We chose to go up to her and join her party
Whilst remained fixed on her dress which was Sacramento and sparkly
Bedazzled from her dress it seemed I was in the dreamworld
I had somehow dreamed that she approached with a kiss and swirled.
"Time to do it"I had repeated to myself. I grabbed her hand. I twirled her like a figure skater.
Finally,I found out she or he was a transgender, so...later?
Dec 20, 2014
Dec 20, 2014 at 1:13 PM UTC
I stand a moment and gaze at my cloud of thoughts
What comes to mind is limitless;it is all sorts
The third hand seems dishonest.
For to love is a risk that one must be modest
Concealed in my heart I hide the truth of my being
I am not proud; but I am not satisfied to be fleeing
A cynical cycle, which appears with a paradox ending
One should knot their laces now than later for pending
How can I ever be such a mockery that I hesitate, but rather be called a fool
I hate to feel abnormal with friends ,when I act like a tool
I cannot release this barrier that will restrict my trust
The matter has developed as an infant where bullying was a must
Dec 17, 2014
Dec 17, 2014 at 10:36 AM UTC