you are like a cigarette;
one taste i was attached
you filled my lungs with all the pretty little words you said.
you are like a cigarette;
you are slowly killing me
but i don't mind because I'm an addict and you're my addiction
you are like a cigarette;
you make me feel okay for a while,
but without you i feel incomplete.
you are like a cigarette;
you are poison to me but i still crave every ounce of you; my cigarette.
Oct 26, 2014
Oct 26, 2014 at 3:01 AM UTC
Your kiss was venom that pierced my lips
and your eyes were like a shot of ***** running though my veins
that first kiss i was attached you were my drug,
and now that you've said that goodbye
i feel as if I'm going to die
mother always warned me about drugs
but she never warned me about the drugs
with a heartbeat and thrashing teeth
the ones that break down your walls
and cause you to become so vurnable
and the ones that when you don't have them
you start to get withdrawls.
she never told me that you would be my drug
my addiction
my passion
my worst feeling
my best feeling
she never warned me about boys like you,
with beating hearts and thrashing teeth
May 3, 2014
May 3, 2014 at 7:30 PM UTC
she is the girl that is stuck within her thoughts
day and night
she never seems to find an escape
the only escape that has ever been there for her
is sleep, sleep; the unknown dream, the escape from reality.
how does she do it?
how does she manage to get up every ******* morning
and but a smile on her face that doesn't exist?
No one knows her real pain that is inside,
she is forced to deal with demons that no one can see
but how can she deal with the demons?
if the demons captivate every ******* ounce of your brain?
Who is she?
who is the girl that fakes a grin,
but on the inside she dying the girl that would rather die
than live in the hell she is living?
The girl named She,
is me..
May 3, 2014
May 3, 2014 at 7:29 PM UTC
How long has it been?
Weeks?
Months?
Years?
All the pain you cause me
I hope you feel the way I feel
Have you ever been real?
Or have you always been full of lies
Oh Dad,
How I disrespect you
I hope you enjoyed
that last ******* high
because it made you die
And to think that you were clean
How many more ******** lies did you scheme?
Maybe if you didn't lie,
You wouldn't have to leave me behind.
Feb 22, 2014
Feb 22, 2014 at 6:08 PM UTC
We all have demons
big or small
we hear them in the silence of the night
we try to do whats right
starting off with a whisper,
you start to quiver
dragging you deeper and deeper into the abyss
no way out
searching for the light
thats not in sight
we feel them mostly at night
searching for the light
that will never ignite
who are they?
I'm sorry to say sir
but, the demons are you
Jan 5, 2014
Jan 5, 2014 at 5:43 AM UTC