Open eyelids, dry and stale
A soul just the same
How many times do I have to
Keep opening and walking through
The same God **** door.
Fuse shut already door,
eyes,
soul.
May 7, 2020
May 7, 2020 at 9:31 AM UTC
i am a collector
i collect tears and panic attacks
scratched skin and nervous twitches
Over the years i've accumulated much
i collect desperate whispers to nothing in the dark
choked sighs, and raw swallows
i've collected rare winter princes and indian summers
then bittersweet kisses and hollow darkened loneliness
i collect i miss you's they'll never hear
and haunting memories that **** your breath away like a deep gust of wind
i have a gallery filled with years of depression
i collect plaguing relentless thoughts of self depreciation
should've, would've, cant's.
i've got bags and bags full of fears and failure.
There were those times i thought i found promises,
but only turned out accumulating more lies.
i've got a surplus of hurt, and pain
i've collected those times of overeating, under-eating, self harm, self medication.
At night especially, the walls come alive,
Shall i show you my collection?
Nov 11, 2015
Nov 11, 2015 at 2:45 AM UTC
I miss you in my bed, still.
Still.
I miss you still, in my bed.
Our bed. Our hearts.
My bed. No heart.
Oct 31, 2015
Oct 31, 2015 at 5:14 AM UTC
when you're depressed
you learn to
always wear waterproof makeup
May 15, 2015
May 15, 2015 at 3:28 PM UTC
loneliness is
looking at the imprint your shape left on our bed
gripping your shirt in my clenched fists
you left more than that behind, but memories won't fit in the washing machine.
Apr 21, 2014
Apr 21, 2014 at 2:53 AM UTC
I'm cutting myself on broken glass,
from the night we clicked
and you shattered my world.
Apr 20, 2014
Apr 20, 2014 at 2:30 AM UTC
I just.
want someone to look at my face
drenched in tears
and understand.
Feb 18, 2014
Feb 18, 2014 at 1:43 AM UTC
Today is old soul
oceans
fry oil smell
snow
and your ghost.
Feb 14, 2014
Feb 14, 2014 at 1:41 AM UTC
That rope burn around my neck,
It's from choking on all the anger
and bitterness.
It still stings like the first day.
Love is selflessness.
I wish you saw that,
so I could take the noose off.
Feb 13, 2014
Feb 13, 2014 at 4:50 PM UTC
Bite, scratch, bleed, toil,
another day,
rust, iron, decay.
rot rot rot
the rats would come to nibble
if it weren't so dark,
I am alone.
Feb 9, 2014
Feb 9, 2014 at 11:32 PM UTC