I long to write a wonderful poem
the sort that is known through out the world
I long to have the intelligence and experiences
of authors who are able to create such a masterpiece
But tonight is not the night
for me to compose such a thing
as I'm so crippled by my sadness
so tonight I just need to disappear
Dec 21, 2013
Dec 21, 2013 at 5:34 PM UTC
Its as if you have been captured
by a terrifying but manipulating beast
and every time you begin to escape
its suffocating grasp
it secures you in its hands once again
It gets to the point
where you become so tired of trying
you stop
what's the point?
it is stronger than you are
You're so tired, the idea of putting in an effort
to escape the evil clutch of this pain
seems an impossible concept
all you want to do is rest
rest until one day, the beast will pass
dragging your soul along behind it
You become so used to the pain
sometimes you unravel your skin
with a blade crafted from iron
just to convince yourself that you can still feel
some sort of hurt, because the beast has battered you
so severely, you are certain you can no longer feel a thing
Or we cause harm in other ways
creating bruises instead of cuts, or fierce burn marks
as a way of trying to seek help, as the beast will not let us ask
in anyway other way, he has banished our voices, our sense of self
and to break the spell, first we have to break free
Dec 16, 2013
Dec 16, 2013 at 3:36 PM UTC
I once was acquainted with this boy
more than acquainted, we were fairly close
had similar experiences with our minds
and conversing with him about these emotions
it gave me a fair amount of joy
and joy was something I thought I had lost
the inability to be given a long time before
This boy was rather handsome, that I cannot deny
but his heart was with another, and of course I understood why
she was rather beautiful, and I did not even think of him like that
but as time went on and he spoke to me about his many encounters
with flawless females, I have to admit my heart started to crack a little
to be wanted like that, seemed so magnificent to me
The thing about this boy though, he was easily lead astray
intoxication's, ****** interaction, anything to take him away
from the oh so draining life he was forced to lead
and when this boy moved else where
to a town known for its troublesome youth
things only got worse for this lost soul
So he was vulnerable, so innocent and fragile
despite his efforts, the fact shone as bright as the sunshine
that had seemed to be removed more and more
from his life as his adolescent years went on
and when this boy moved away
he found what he'd been looking for all along
He'd been looking for a sense of belonging
a limitless amount of confidence and contentedness
in which he'd never been exposed to before
and the recourse of this achievement
had been made illegal for a reason
Joints and pills
Molly and coke
acid and speed
all mixed together to create
one big recipe for disaster
and that disaster
is the life of this boy now
Dec 16, 2013
Dec 16, 2013 at 3:19 PM UTC