I woke up this morning...
With a different sense of things.
No more sadness alluring me.
Nothing pulling at my heart strings.
I woke up to rainfall.
Whilst the sky was black and blue
I never felt more one with the earth,
besides when I'm howling at the moon.
The weather was a reflection of myself.
Manifesting my inner turmoil
into a beautiful
Thunderstorm.
I'm torn.
Torn from my esteem,
Stuck aiming to please
But cannot nonetheless
Tomorrow is another day
But today I feel content.
Jun 2, 2018
Jun 2, 2018 at 6:37 AM UTC
The idea of living without you terrifies me so much
that I have to do it.
I want to tell you but the words sit in my stomach
like bombs.
I don't want to lose who I love,
just to get a temporary satisfaction,
but after a while my pain went numb.
We'd fight and your words became knives that
no longer cut.
I no longer felt the need to baby your feelings,
didn't care what was up.
Yet a familiar love has kept me around.
Because our love is like walking down the same alley,
getting mugged 8 times in a row,
hoping there will be something different
about today.
And today,
thoughts of you are like a pinch
in a numb place under my heart.
And I'm not sure if I should stay.
Jul 3, 2014
Jul 3, 2014 at 12:10 AM UTC
That's what you used to call me
Always with the smirk on your face,
and the squint in your eye.
Leaving traces of your love across my thighs.
You'd hold me by the throat
I loved it cause I wanted to die.
Because I couldn't cope
that I fed you with my lies.
You didn't deserve my ****
and you haven't been the same since.
You'd go through the pain as long as I stayed.
So beside you I laid in order to keep you sane.
But I continued to use you,
was honest and told you I was doing so.
Told you I needed to leave you,
cause I was only going to keep hurting you more.
Your response was telling me you loved me,
I started to tear up, told you you're delusional.
You grabbed me by the face and kissed me,
attempted to get sensual.
But I just had to walk away.
I knew I couldn't stay.
I hope you'll one day forgive me
for not being in your life.
Forgive me for the confusion
and the strife.
****
That's what you yelled when I closed the door.
I'm sorry I don't need you anymore.
Jun 29, 2014
Jun 29, 2014 at 4:42 AM UTC
Depression hit in the A.M.
Feeling on edge,
like I'm meant to be in an asylum.
Tears flooded my cheeks and my fists clenched.
A flashback with a razor played in my head;
a memory that wasn't meant to be missed.
But Déjà vu came into play when I grabbed the sharpest knife
with the most painful ridges to rid my inner strife.
I pressed it deep into my skin
but my skin wouldn't slit.
I kept trying, grinding the blade against my wrist.
Feeling all the pain yet it wouldn't budge;
I knew there had to be somebody watching over me from above.
So I put back the most dangerous knife,
that only left the slightest bump,
to remind me I deserve to go on with life;
there's no need to be rough.
So this one's to my God, and the angels surrounding me,
thank you for the love and protection.
I was blind to it but now I see.
Jun 28, 2014
Jun 28, 2014 at 9:54 PM UTC
I'm not liking the thought of looking at myself
and seeing all the stress of my mother
and the heavy eyes of my father.
Looking into the mirror and seeing a reflection of myself
a reflection of who's a burden on their shoulders.
I just want to be better.
To be better than my anger within.
My anger towards myself.
My anger towards the 'me' I didn't realize existed.
Wanna leave it all on the shelf.
Wanna writhe myself of this system.
Not sure how to explain my bitter soul
Besides showing you my reflection
of my parents' expressions I stole.
Jun 28, 2014
Jun 28, 2014 at 9:43 PM UTC
You're the reason for my heartbreak
the reason for my poetry
the reason for my regrets
I wish I didn't give you all of me.
Tears building up but I refuse to cry.
My walls getting higher; I refuse to sigh.
You hit me with the "I miss you's"
You hit me with my own pics
Tryna revitalize my emotions,
though I keep tellin ya to quit.
I just wish you could see
that your heart will bleed
that together we're toxic
and you're destroying me.
Jun 28, 2014
Jun 28, 2014 at 2:16 PM UTC
the things you'll do after emotional abuse.
They try to love you, you run.
They try to get close to you, you push them away.
They try to break down your walls, you build them higher.
And when you realize, that you are in fact all alone..
after everything's said and done..
and that emotional abuse from the past shows his face again:
you begin to self-destruct.
Crying, sobbing,, you just want to be held
but to scared to be.
Trust issues and depression begins to define you.
You have no one to blame but yourself.
& you continue to spiral,
dying inside a little more every day
until you're in your dark room, all alone once again,
and that razor blade
pretends to be your friend.
Jun 28, 2014
Jun 28, 2014 at 1:17 PM UTC
I love you
I hate you
Addicted to the madness
Addicted to your bedroom
You're my cure, you're my cause
The one I hate, the one I love
Jun 20, 2014
Jun 20, 2014 at 7:52 PM UTC
how many drugs,
or bruises
or breakdowns
or anxiety attacks
or sighs
or fake smiles
or silence
it will take
until someone,
a n y o n e
realizes that I,
need saving.
Jun 20, 2014
Jun 20, 2014 at 7:47 PM UTC
Faceless, got a mistress named Insanity
Chaotic levels of intensity between my soul & me
She told me to cut my losses;
rid myself of what's luring me from my coffin
Masquerade mask; my face lacks meaning
Nobody notices this sigh,
till they see it bleeding
Pleading, needing,
what will jump-start a healing
With Heaven above my body,
I remain tearing up at the seams
Screaming aimlessly,
meandering through these thoughts I keep,
spiraling emotions until there's nothing left of me.
Jun 20, 2014
Jun 20, 2014 at 7:13 PM UTC