If I had the guts
I would end it all tonight
If I had the guts
This breath would be my last
If I had the guts
I'd die without a fight
If I had the guts
I would be a thing of the past
But I don't
And I won't
But I pray someday I can
End this sorry state I'm barely living in
May 27, 2013
May 27, 2013 at 12:37 AM UTC
she sits up high
where no one can hear
the screams
escaping her wretched mouth
no body lends
an ear
if only someone would
hear
if only somebody would
help
maybe
she would feel okay
but until then she sits
screaming
until her lungs
give way
to a new life
a brighter tomorrow
maybe then
they will remember her
May 27, 2013
May 27, 2013 at 12:26 AM UTC
she sits up high
where no one can hear
the screams
escaping her wretched mouth
no body lends
an ear
if only someone would
hear
if only somebody would
help
maybe
she would feel okay
but until then she sits
screaming
until her lungs
give way
to a new life
a brighter tomorrow
maybe then
they will remember her
May 27, 2013
May 27, 2013 at 12:26 AM UTC
Some are obsessed with
Laughter
Smiles
Kisses
And hugs
I'm obsessed with
Blood
Veins
Blades
And bruises
As twisted as it may be
That's what makes up most of me
Apr 22, 2013
Apr 22, 2013 at 12:19 AM UTC
Smiling
Breathing
Eying
*******
Fucking
Lying
Crying
Choking
Dying
Apr 22, 2013
Apr 22, 2013 at 12:09 AM UTC
Such a twisted game we play
One moment of bliss
For a thousand more of pain
What do we get from this labyrinth of suffering?
Death
It's the only thing we're promised
Apr 22, 2013
Apr 22, 2013 at 12:03 AM UTC
Pretty little pills
Orange, red and blue
Spilling through my fingertips
I took 12, not just 2
Daddy always told me
To be all I could be
Now my goods just not enough
It's done
They won't have to worry about me.
Mar 1, 2013
Mar 1, 2013 at 11:06 PM UTC
Beaten and broken
She whispers,
"Save me"
She's drowning in blood.
"Help me, help me"
She doesn't deserve to die.
One cut leads to hudreds.
Scratches become stitches.
Love becomes brutal hate.
The agony puts her in an insane state.
Pushed around, she's down on the ground.
Save her before she's dead.
But it's too late.
Her funeral is cold and black.
If only someone heard her scream.
Dec 12, 2012
Dec 12, 2012 at 11:05 PM UTC
I simply write for the noise
To be beaten with ink, no flesh
Sinking by bright red wins or
The pupil’s last spin; I simply
Write to scream away these
Dreams and feel static around me
Rather than the colours of shining
Monsters that dance in these
Clouds which can be so consuming.
I simply write, but it is not simple,
For the reasons beyond it are unlike
And yet alike to all the words that
Flow through every fighting soul.
Dec 2, 2012
Dec 2, 2012 at 10:45 PM UTC
With hearts for dancing we'll take leave of war,
Watch the bodies fall as they hit the floor
And death it is; yet money talks,
Replaying the sounds of the smoking glocks
It is not the living, who make the longest demands; we die forever,
The body count rises at every change of the weather
When will people realize,
They're playing into their own demise
Nov 1, 2012
Nov 1, 2012 at 4:56 PM UTC