Who are you?
You're not the same person you were two minutes ago.
I just don't get you.
You're compulsive, and corrupted.
You're easily addicted.
You have friends in your mind,
but in reality friends you'll never find.
You're simple yet, confusing
like a Rubik's cube.
With all your twists and turns.
This pain you put upon me
has left me with cuts and burns.
Will we ever learn?
To get along
and fix these never ending battles?
Your bipolar versus my anger.
Some days, to me you are a stranger.
Who I thought I knew has suddenly disappeared.
Your disease is something I've always feared.
Illness invaded your mind,
and has taken over who you once were
Leaving all your past senses blind.
Jul 20, 2016
Jul 20, 2016 at 4:12 AM UTC
They flow and I am left
Confused and sad and a mix of a million other things
But I can't say any of them
I am a man
I put up walls to keep people out
And bite my cheek to hold back tears
I need to look strong, to put on a brave face
I am a man
Who cares
Maybe everyone, but I don't see that
My sight is blocked by walls that I put up
so now No one can see me, and I see no hope,
only darkness
Yet somehow words seep through the cracks
I can't see the source but the words are clear
They break down the walls, and they flow
Am I a man?
May 30, 2016
May 30, 2016 at 1:20 PM UTC
Like oxygen the human body needs it
In order to survive; In order to exist.
It nourishes and sustains the part of us hidden away from the world - our souls.
Without hope our souls shrivel up and die
And leaves a dark hole inside of us,
Making us question our own existence.
May 14, 2016
May 14, 2016 at 7:53 AM UTC
With my pen I try to slay the demons
I am determined to chase them from my eden
With the inky darkness I will paint my picture
I will paint them with such stricture
My words will flow
And everyone I'll show
They will no longer be allowed to reside
Hidden deep inside
With the darkness of my ink
I will bring them to the brink
With the black flow, I'll shine the light
On their hideous form, no longer hiding in the night
Apr 21, 2016
Apr 21, 2016 at 4:55 AM UTC
She's an emotional vampire
She'll **** out what she desires
She preys on the lonely
Making them think they are her one and only
She lives off their emotion
Love or hate, just as long as it's commotion
She thrives on the drama
Leaving behind only trauma
She'll take you down slow
You won't even know
Till she releases her hold
Leaving behind only holes
Where she's ****** out your soul
She's an emotional vampire
She'll burn you like Hell's fire
She's quite the enchanter
Her whole life is a banter
It's only the emotion that matters
She sparkles like a sapphire
That emotional vampire
Apr 21, 2016
Apr 21, 2016 at 4:55 AM UTC
Hush. . . no one must know
That I am at war with my own mind.
No one must know
That I am fighting a losing battle,
Stuck in a brain that wants me dead.
For how long I can keep it up
Only God knows.
But I will probably be dead
Before anyone even begins to wonder.
But hush. . . no one must know.
Apr 21, 2016
Apr 21, 2016 at 4:47 AM UTC
Lost and confused, he found a path.
He followed it like the yellow brick road
Looking to find the wizard of Oz
For his one and only wish - HAPPINESS.
Yet, the yellow brick road he followed
Only led him to a path of self-destruction;
Because along the way he discovered distractions
To numb the pain until he found the wizard.
Until he found happiness.
He found comfort in those distractions
Which quickly turned into addictions.
Now he is stuck ,
In the middle of that yellow brick road .
Because the distractions he discovered along the way
Were destroying his soul; one bottle of *****
And bag of **** at a time.
A part of him has given up on finding the wizard.
So he indulges in his own self-destruction; stuck on a path that was meant to save him. To save him from himself.
Apr 9, 2016
Apr 9, 2016 at 2:18 PM UTC
unheard
unseen
unconscious
uninterested
unloved
unwanted
unbecoming
unable
unnamed
unattached
unattractive
unbounded
unchanged
I feel
all of these things
at once.
Apr 9, 2016
Apr 9, 2016 at 8:05 AM UTC
Inside my shell
All is well
Inside my shell
There is no hell
Inside my shell
My voices no longer yell
Inside my shell
Is safely where I dwell
But my shell cracked
It's all turned black
My shell is cracked
I'm flat on my back
My shell is cracked
I'm under attack
My shell is cracked
My knife it flashed
My shell is cracked
My blood just splashed
MY shell is cracked
My death is a fact
Apr 9, 2016
Apr 9, 2016 at 8:04 AM UTC