Being with you terrifies me,
Because your a constant reminder that I could lose you
A reminder of my mortality
But if you left it would feel like immortality
I love you too much
But sometimes not enough
And that's why I fear that you'll disappear
Just like in my nightmares
If you left, your memory would crash around in my heart
Until I could no longer take it
And it shattered into millions of little pieces
So badly that, no matter how hard I tried, I would never be whole again
It would be just like Humpty Dumpty
But only if he was pushed
And jumped on afterwards
Dead. But with a beating heart
Without you I would live my days out
Like a sunken skeleton city
Empty and lost
But not wanting to be found
Mar 9, 2016
Mar 9, 2016 at 4:36 AM UTC
I'm the thorn between the roses
The outcast
But I love the misfits
The thorns
But they think that were the roses
Black roses
And they're the thorns
We are a black rose society
And the black roses sing into my mind
And my soul shivers at the beautiful rhythm
As it penetrates my heart
And sends goosebumps through out my long arms
The same arms that I pick the roses with
But I cant keep them because they are a sweet reminder
That even the prettiest things are always dark
And that eventually we all wither away and die
Weather it be slow and painful
Or quick and painless
Deaths long, bony fingers
Finds his way around everybody's sorry neck in the end
Black roses like black things
They are attracted to dark people
And our own dark monstrous souls,
We are monsters weather we choose it or not
We are all capable of seeing the truth
Some just cover their eyes
But I sense the sickness inside of people
When they can't even see it themselves
I will not be blinded by what people want me to see
They lie to us by painting the roses a bright and cheerful color
But if you wipe away the paint
We're all a black rose.
Mar 8, 2016
Mar 8, 2016 at 7:08 AM UTC
A generation who cares more about their phones, then whose running for prime minster.
A generation who cares more about them selves then the thousands of dying children.
A generation who refuses to take responsibility for their actions.
A generation who cares more about their make up then their grades and who would rather ruin our planet then preserve it.
A generation that accepts ******
A generation that can't look after them selves.
A generation that is money driven and drug ******
A generation that refuses to look after their children and raise them properly.
A generation, not worth remembering.
Mar 8, 2016
Mar 8, 2016 at 6:43 AM UTC
My heart is yearning for your love
I don't know why I still love you
After you shattered my Life
Like a hammer to a glass window
I love you with everything I have
Even though it's not much
I promise to make you happy
Or at least try too
I will try harder
Whatever you need
Just please
Don't go back to her
I don't care that you don't love me
Just please don't leave me
I can't survive without you
Even though you wouldn't even miss me
I'm so sorry that I cried when you hit me
I know that you're just trying too keep me in line
I won't say a word to anyone
I can cover up the bruises
NO, please I love you
Please put it down
STOP!
I'm bleeding......
Mar 8, 2016
Mar 8, 2016 at 6:23 AM UTC
If I could be in love
I'd hold her close every night
I'd call her and make her smile
Just because that sight would bring happiness to my long dead eyes
I'd accept her flaws
If she was willing to live with mine
I'm not perfect but I'd to my best to prove I'm worth it
Every day and night
Now I've been alone and taken
And happy, and that also means at one point my chest cavity Felt like it was breaking
But my life, is mine and my path is what I'll choose
So all I need is someone to walk with, could it be you
Mar 8, 2016
Mar 8, 2016 at 6:09 AM UTC
You tell me that you love me,
And that you'll be here forever
But I know that, that's a lie that's, burning through your pocket,
like a red hot ember
I know guys like you,
You'll say whatever you need,
To try and steal my innocence
But hey girls belong on their knees
You called me a ***** and a frigid
Because I wouldn't let you between my legs,
But you already labelled my body as yours
I'm your property and I need to get through my head
Now you call me a **** and a *****
Because i do what you asked me too,
A girl just can't win these days
So I'll just get down and blow you
Well guess what sir ,
I'm done with doing things for you
My body was a temple,
Until I let you through
You disrespected me,
And treated me like trash
Burnt away all of my goodness,
And left me abominated like ash
I used to be a lady,
But now you've turned me to a monster
So I'm finally gonna say it
**** you, were over.
Mar 7, 2016
Mar 7, 2016 at 6:30 AM UTC
Beautiful people can have hideous souls
That's if they have souls at all
But I believe that some people have multiple souls
Or Demons as others like to say
My Demons are so evil
Always whispering in my ear
But they tuck me in at night and
Give me a goodnight kiss
They take care of me
When I have nobody else
I tell them all my secrets
And they promise not to tell
But I better not tell you anymore
Because they can hear it all
Even though I speak highly of them
They might not understand
Their grip around my neck will tighten
If I don't follow they're every command
So I'm off now, there's someone they don't like
So I'll handle their ***** work, in the shadows of the night......
Dec 28, 2015
Dec 28, 2015 at 5:31 AM UTC
Every day of my life
Is the exact same
As the day before it
The same people
Doing the same things
Treating me the same way
All day I smile and talk to people
And tell them I'm doing fine
I can't tell them the truth
Because I'm no longer mine
I don't feel bad for Lying to them
Imagine if I told the truth
Because people think mental illness
Is nothing because they don't have proof
But how do you tell someone
That every second that your breathing
Your wishing that you weren't
Because life is a fire
And hope just gets you burnt
Eventually you'll stop crying
And and you'll heart will always hurt
Your body will shut down
While your eyes refuse to shut
Your brain will not stop thinking
About every little thing
While insomnia cradles you
And anxiety takes over
Soon enough your body will be exhausted
And everything is an effort
So you just sit there and think
About every single word you've said
Depression locked me in its cage and through away the key
Now I just sit here
And think about what I could have been.
Oct 22, 2015
Oct 22, 2015 at 5:41 AM UTC
Time has stopped and you can feel every miller second passing by you blowing the hair off your face as they tick away into oblivion and you know that it's time.
You watch him get closer though now he's just a tiny little spec in the distance but soon enough he's standing in front you and he looks you dead in the eyes and holds your face gently; he wipes away a stray tear from your eyes and says your name.
You breath out in the silent air and think about the way he said your name and how it came out so perfect and flawlessly like it was the only word he'd known.
"Are you ready" he says clutching your hands tighter
"Yes" you reply closing your eyes and wiating;
you feel the cold metal against your pale, soft skin.
Then you wake up
it has only been about two seconds but it felt like hours you stood there and looked into that beautiful mans eyes. When you realise your awake you pull the trigger and fade off into oblivion...
Sep 9, 2015
Sep 9, 2015 at 4:59 AM UTC
Living is my biggest fear
And fear controls our lives
So I would just be better off
If I don't even try to survive
Life is a mess that we can't clean up
Or fire we can't put out
So sit there and let the flames consume you
Because no one cares if you scream or shout
No one in the whole wide world
Has your back except for you
So protect yourself no matter what
And do what you've got to do
But me on the other hand
Well I'm sick of trying
Sick of all these tears
And always god ****** crying
Sick of people hugging me
And telling me I must be strong
Well sorry for the confusion
And correct me if I'm wrong
But you don't feel what I feel
Or know the **** I know
So back the hell away from me
Because at pain I'm the pro
When death comes after me
I'll be there waiting
With all my bags packed
Because if living was a job
Life would have given me the sack
I'm not afraid of dying
And I know I'll go in grace
That's why I'll wait for my dying breath
So I can leave this god awful place.
Aug 18, 2015
Aug 18, 2015 at 6:57 AM UTC