reposession
some where in neverland
sadness will swallow you whole, its kind of like a sickness slowly making itself present and after time it breaks you down until you can no longer function. / / No one heard her scream, for it was lost in the howling of the wind. / No one saw her cry, for the sky's contents fell that night. / No one saw her wounds, for her jumper cover well. / Every one saw her jump, for some even tried to help. / No one saw her again, for no one cares for a suicide stricken soul.
Lips slightly parted like two mountains
forever separated by a deep valley
As you bring the cancer stick to your
lips with such grace it almost beautiful
But really what beauty is there in a slow
self-destruction?
Deep breaths of air mixed with
tragic suicide enters your lungs,
A breath of escape or relaxation is
what you call it; a breath of death is the reality.
Breathing out, the smoke escapes your
lungs in strings of grey like the clouds in the sky,
Dissipating leaving no trace of the destruction it caused.
Sep 6, 2015
Sep 6, 2015 at 3:43 AM UTC
The hospitals monitor keeps beating
reminding me of how I'm alive,
Oh how unfortunate it was that I
forgot to lock the bathroom door.
It slowly beeps amplifying my heartbeat,
piercing the eerie silence with an insanity
inducing melody, singing slowly
with incoherent words.
To be heard only by the one to commit.
Beeping over and over with one
purpose to torture me with the fact
I failed and am still alive.
Sep 5, 2015
Sep 5, 2015 at 5:45 PM UTC
Tears carve waterways on my skin, just like your love on my heart.
Sep 5, 2015
Sep 5, 2015 at 5:41 PM UTC