I thought a single line of white dust up your right nostril can numb away the pain
That countless nights of drunken stupors could make me forget
That constantly telling myself I'm just experimenting and not suppressing
Hoping one day I'd forgive him but only finding myself regretting
You see I'm not addicted to the substance
I'm addicted to blame, blaming him for the pain
I'm addicted to the anger, the anger that he triggers when i realize I'm turning into him.
Always intoxicated on some other ailment. Intoxicated on the lustful idea that we could be the perfect pair
but now all i think is how i wasn't good enough, how K & L are your legacy, and I'm just a girl who you once said you loved, but don't bother to acknowledge.
You see dad, I denied my anger for so long
Said it was all in my head
but now i realize, I forgive you, because the more hate i fuel the more hate i feel
Is it too late?
Apr 18, 2024
Apr 18, 2024 at 12:53 PM UTC
YOU'RE TO DEPRESSING
His words haunted over me as if death had become my guardian angel.
Endless years of basic training, constantly asking if this is a battle you want to fight.
Only to be left on the front line alone with nothing but a knife carved from lies, lodged in my spine.
Your flirtation quickly change to manipulation.
Thanks for "putting up with me" while i got the help i needed,
i mean after all you dated me while i was addicted to drugs,
and you made it known.
Throwing my past in my face,
looking down at me like some DISGRACEFUL ******
You said you loved me.
Now I know.
Jun 18, 2019
Jun 18, 2019 at 9:41 AM UTC
It's a secret art
A hidden talent
The amount of time and precision I put into it
Hiding the tools from others so they cant know
Waiting for the right moment
Turning the pale, beautiful canvas into a bleeding portrait Picasso would be proud of
Dwelling over it for days
Spending every night
Planning when and how
The torture builds up until your creativity explodes
Hands trembling
Body numb
and your brain gone
but you are still able to create those strategic lines on the pale **** canvas
Sep 26, 2018
Sep 26, 2018 at 1:58 PM UTC
Breathe
Inhale
Exhale
20 years on the god forsaken planet and i forgot how to breathe
Constantly grasping for a life guard,
not because i cant swim
no
more like, well lets put it this way
I'm an Olympic athlete, or at least so i tell myself i should be
I must swim like i've been doing it my whole life
but i just started trying a week ago
so why am i not a pro?
Everyday we put this extreme expectation on ourselves
expecting to climb mountains when we spend the past 3 years smoking a pack a day
Think about that
We would never get mad at someone if they lost a race when they have broken legs
So why get mad at yourself when you just cant today
"why cant you get out of bed"
"Why are you so lazy"
"No one wants to see your ugly face"
Over
and
over
and
over
again
Breathe
Inhale
Exhale
"it will be okay"
"Practice hard everyday and you can be an Olympic athlete"
"Practice Everyday and you can learn to love yourself"
"Practice everyday and those overbearing thoughts will soon drown themselves in the flow of self love"
Inhale
Exhale
Aug 9, 2018
Aug 9, 2018 at 9:54 AM UTC
a wolf
hiding in the skin of a sheep
creeping in the dark
making me unable to sleep
they say if you count sheep you will fall asleep faster
but I find as I count sheep I only become more lost in the pasture
walking through wheat fields searching for a meaning
insomnia slowly killing me brining me to a yield
Im standing on the edge of life and death
wishing that wolf in sheep skin would have taken my last breath
saving me from the dark caves in my brain
making me feel like living is worth the pain
May 23, 2018
May 23, 2018 at 11:41 AM UTC
4 years old, and already knowing the harsh reality
4 years old, and cleaning up the tears and broken glass he left behind
4 years old, and already a pro at telling people whatever they want to hear over what they should in hopes they don't lash out
See I was just a kid when my mother crawled into my room bawling her eyes out which shed never hope id see
I was just a kid helping my mother hide from the love of her life, helping her push a dresser against the door praying he wouldn't break it down
see at for years old you should be watching cartoons
not watching your mother cry.
you should be scared of the boogie man, not the man 2 rooms over who claims to love you
but every time you tell him to stop
he ignores you!
May 10, 2018
May 10, 2018 at 4:57 PM UTC
"Im not getting bad again, I promise"
I repeat to myself any time I feel down
as if having a bad day isn't allowed when depression hangs its cloak over you like a coat rack
Im not bad im just a little sad....
but then they ask are you sure,
so the two sides of my brain start to brave the battle of paranoia
and instead of concluding with joy
im constantly lost in the limbo
trying to find a ploy out of this crypto
May 10, 2018
May 10, 2018 at 2:43 PM UTC
Hi! or do I mean die?
2 teens sitting in an ally
Ones high on life and the other is high of the pills she found in her mothers medicine cabinet.
Both walking the slender tightrope called love,
knowing at any moment,
one wrong movement could send you spiralling out of eternity.
The only difference between the two, is one has confidence that the other long desired for.
Hi! or do I mean eye, as in an eye for an eye makes the whole world blind.
As if lying to the two faced backstabbing ***** called your brain makes the colours in the sky appear brighter.
Taking scissors to the depressing tightrope in hope it will make you happier, I mean I forgot to say thank you, so this is the only way to forgive myself. Braving the plunge for the sole purpose to escape....NO!
But now High.
Yes thats me high, I will fly so high ill soon forget the mistakes of my past. Soon looking down on them thinking they are so small, because hi and high are two different things, and although I am both those teens sitting in an ally where everyday is my darkest day....those eerie thoughts will burn to a blaze.
May 10, 2018
May 10, 2018 at 1:53 PM UTC
The walls will talk to you when everyone’s asleep.
Some might whisper sweet things in your ears, while others will scream your fears.
It’s up to your psyche who you want to believe,
but we must keep this between you and me.
The others will think you’re crazy,
mental
and mad,
but it’s our job to show them the fun to be had.
Late at night or in the middle of the day,
let’s sneak inside one’s lonely brain.
A lonely brain is like an empty canvas,
whatever is let in leaves a trail of sadness.
It twists and snaps till the brain is tore
making you think….
There. Is. No. More.
Apr 7, 2018
Apr 7, 2018 at 1:20 PM UTC