I feel dead inside
Maybe this coffee will wake me up
I feel dead inside
Maybe if I sleep it will go away
I feel dead inside
Maybe this cigarette will perk me up
I feel dead inside
Maybe this liquor will take me away
I feel dead inside
Maybe my friends will cheer me up
I feel dead inside
Maybe a boyfriend will pull me away
I feel dead inside
Maybe if I get help they wouldn't lock me up
I feel dead inside
Maybe I should push some daises up
Nothing seems to be working right
I feel dead inside
Aug 5, 2014
Aug 5, 2014 at 4:30 PM UTC
I don't care about a lot of things.
That's why the things I care about
mean the world to me, but
they hold a lot of power over me.
Because the things I care about,
are getting smaller and smaller.
And I don't want to lose them,
so I fight to hold on to them.
But even though I fight with
everything that's left of me,
I'm losing people, places, and things
that mean the world to me,
and it makes me sadder and sadder.
Jun 16, 2014
Jun 16, 2014 at 3:33 PM UTC
tattooed across my hand
it's a reminder.
now you're probably thinking,
"a reminder to what?"
you probably think it's something common like,
"INSANITY to remind you to be insane."
or
the profound few might think,
"INSANITY as a reminder that everyone else is insane."
but, darling,
really INSANITY's a reminder of the fact that
everyone else might be crazy,
and that's even worse.
everyone else might be insane.
you'll never really know.
but the insane ones are the ones
that can trick you,
and damage you,
and break you,
but you never notice until
it's too late.
You see, darling,
I've been tricked,
and broken,
and so unbelievably, damaged.
That I need the reminder,
INSANITY,
tattooed across my hand,
to remind me
that everyone
might be
crazy,
and I have good reasons
to be paranoid.
May 23, 2014
May 23, 2014 at 3:39 PM UTC
life will break your heart,
life must be seen.
I think being a tragedy
is a state of defiance.
My life of cynical conclusions
leaves me a present:
comedy and tragedy.
Lord reverse time,
because I believe the best comedy
has passed.
Apr 29, 2014
Apr 29, 2014 at 1:08 PM UTC
That it was only me & you,
alone in a room.
Smoking a joint of your best ****
& I hesitated
because I couldn't match.
& you said something smooth
to make me giggle,
then you kissed me.
it was electric.
But, I stopped you,
& said *"I hope you know
I'm not doing this because I owe you,
but because I like you."*
& you just smile & laughed an,
"Of course!"
Giggling,
you kiss me.
You kiss me again & again
& again.
Apr 27, 2014
Apr 27, 2014 at 2:08 PM UTC
I see she smokes cigarettes
& I wonder why she wants to die.
She sighs, "Personally,
it's my own method of suicide."
She inhales,
& blows out beautiful smoke rings.
Then she slashes away each one to nothing.
"There," she whispers,
"destruction by the creator."
She smiled softly and inhaled.
I understood what she said.
She was destroying herself,
because she blames herself,
for the final creation of herself.
3 more perfect smoke rings sighed out of her.
They were intense, honest, & powerful,
just like she was.
Apr 25, 2014
Apr 25, 2014 at 1:08 PM UTC
You were the one who stood up
on top of moving cars years ago.
You were free,
careless and happy.
You were unafraid of death.
That's why I liked you,
but you're gone now
and I miss you already.
I will remember you
for the rest of my life,
when I can't sleep,
or when my mind wanders,
whether it's at
midnight or noon.
Apr 25, 2014
Apr 25, 2014 at 12:44 PM UTC
My sadness sinks from my head to my toes
and no matter what I do it grows and grows
Apr 24, 2014
Apr 24, 2014 at 11:07 PM UTC