I want to make you feel better
but i cant
so i want to hurt myself
but that would hurt you
so i realize i cant make it better
and I want to help you
but i cant
so i want to hurt myself
but that would hurt you
I want to make you feel better
but i cant
so i want to hurt myself
but that would hurt you
but i cant
so i want to hurt myself
but that would hurt you
so i realize i cant make it better
and I want to help you
but i cant
so i want to hurt myself
but that would hurt you
I want to make you feel better
but i cant
so i want to hurt myself
but that would hurt you
but i cant
so i want to hurt myself
but that would hurt you
so i realize i cant make it better
and I want to help you
but i cant
so i want to hurt myself
but that would hurt you
I want to make you feel better
but i cant
so i want to hurt myself
but that would hurt you
but i cant
so i want to hurt myself
but that would hurt you
so i realize i cant make it better
and I want to help you
but i cant
so i want to hurt myself
but that would hurt you
I want to make you feel better
but i cant
so i want to hurt myself
but that would hurt you
Jul 31, 2020
Jul 31, 2020 at 7:25 PM UTC
There are clouds in the sky,
they mass together,
just a thick swath of gray,
that blocks the sun.
I'm walking home,
all by myself,
I've been doing that a lot now,
but it's okay.
I feel the wind pick up,
the dead leaves are swirling
all around me,
like some strange tornado.
A tornado of leaves,
how interesting.
If only the wind would pick me up
and carry me off.
Throughout my windy thoughts,
one raindrop fell,
slowly from my eye
down to my chin.
I felt it fall off my chin.
The wind left a cold chill
on the wet path on my cheek;
it stung.
Then the clouds finally broke down on me.
The rain poured, but I didn't rush to leave.
I walked at the same pace
with my face lifted to the sky.
I don't mind
I don't mind
I don't mind
Jun 1, 2018
Jun 1, 2018 at 12:51 PM UTC
Listen to the words I don't create with my mouth
they speak to the truth that I hide deep inside.
I talk about setting things right,
but I'd rather lash out in spite.
For someone who craves stability,
I'm too much like the ocean.
Pushing and pulling my self apart.
Daughter of the moon and water
with time I've grown fonder,
of the waves that used to scare my heart.
I used to find comfort with both feet on the ground,
but it seems that people always dig holes underneath me.
So I have the illusion of solid earth,
but I take one step and then the earth quakes.
At least in the water, I expect the lack of stability,
so if I struggle with swimming,
I can sink down into the sea.
The pressure of the water weighs down on me.
I can see the light at the surface
it's so **** pretty.
Jun 1, 2018
Jun 1, 2018 at 12:47 PM UTC
The townspeople gather 'round
this filthy street with nothing on their feet.
Silent nature of this procession
keeps a leash on the tongue of this confession.
Ravens and crows lead the way
to the gates of the final resting place.
And their stares linger close behind
they'll say that this is the curse of mankind.
May 15, 2018
May 15, 2018 at 1:48 PM UTC
i have anxiety
undiagnosed.
sometimes it feels like my head is stuffed with crumpled ***** of paper: the things I never said, the things I should have never said, the things that someone never said to me.
all of these things are written on every piece of paper
there are so many right now that no more would be able to fit
yet i can't stop thinking things, i can't stop saying stupid things, i can't stop wishing things.
i sigh I reach up to my forehead and i grasp my bangs
with my shaky hands and pull
i'm hoping one day when i do this
the top of my head will yank open
all of these crumpled pieces of thoughts
will pour out in a pile
on the floor
i will kneel down
and uncrumple each and every piece
i will read each one
until my head fills up again.
May 4, 2018
May 4, 2018 at 7:44 PM UTC
Don't look to the moon
because it'll be gone soon.
I can be the one
to make you disappear
without anyone finding out.
Sink down in my oceans
and drown,
no one has to know
that you escaped death.
So join me in my goal
of subterfuge,
because tonight I am the moon
if it decided to hide you.
Apr 30, 2018
Apr 30, 2018 at 1:39 PM UTC
there is enough treachery, hatred violence absurdity in the average
human being to supply any given army on any given day
and the best at ****** are those who preach against it
and the best at hate are those who preach love
and the best at war finally are those who preach peace
those who preach god, need god
those who preach peace do not have peace
those who preach peace do not have love
beware the preachers
beware the knowers
beware those who are always reading books
beware those who either detest poverty
or are proud of it
beware those quick to praise
for they need praise in return
beware those who are quick to censor
they are afraid of what they do not know
beware those who seek constant crowds for
they are nothing alone
beware the average man the average woman
beware their love, their love is average
seeks average
but there is genius in their hatred
there is enough genius in their hatred to **** you
to **** anybody
not wanting solitude
not understanding solitude
they will attempt to destroy anything
that differs from their own
not being able to create art
they will not understand art
they will consider their failure as creators
only as a failure of the world
not being able to love fully
they will believe your love incomplete
and then they will hate you
and their hatred will be perfect
like a shining diamond
like a knife
like a mountain
like a tiger
like hemlock
their finest art
Apr 13, 2018
Apr 13, 2018 at 1:23 PM UTC