"you should eat", said they
"i can't," said i, "i just can't."
irregularly
Nov 20, 2016
Nov 20, 2016 at 6:34 PM UTC
sometimes she cries when she prays
think she's got it all worked out
sometimes the ocean only waves
never stays
she couldve held me through this
i know i dont deserve it
but ima still be selfish
im trying to be the good one here
but its so hard to hear anyone cheer me on
im working on it alright
wearing the same clothes twice
forgetting to eat
letting my phone die
"what are you going to do when im not around?"
my mind only drifts to the sound
you'll let me out
keep my mouth shut
eyes on the floor
my back to the door
can't tell anybody anything anymore
feel like youre hating me more and more
Nov 20, 2016
Nov 20, 2016 at 6:32 PM UTC
One cut
Two cut
Three cut
Four
come on darling what one more ?
Five cut
Six cut
Seven cut
Eight
oh , what a mess this'll create
Nov 17, 2016
Nov 17, 2016 at 6:42 PM UTC
my bones are selfish they, demand to be seen,
on the thrown of my body, they crowned themselves queen,
no matter what the cost , they want the prize,
they want me to loose weight and to shrink me size
they scream, I cry
they demand, I want to die
never good enough, never pretty enough
never thin enough
I gave up fighting; my bones are to tough
nothing can ever please the skeleton that is surfacing
nor the emotions and voices that bones bring
how much is too much?
I know longer know for now I cannot stop until my ribs start to show
Nov 17, 2016
Nov 17, 2016 at 6:31 PM UTC
I am a ****** up poet
A starving artist
A punk rock Elvis
Sometimes you just gotta go all out
Because your the king
Man
And you just can't help it
Van Gogh died poor
And alone
In a field that was his last expression
He died by his own hand
And it wasn't even raining
When it should have been
I don't even see myself when I look in a mirror
And you don't see what I see when you look at me
You see a smiling lover
Enjoying life though all the struggle
I live life as Pagliacci
A ****** up poet
I put on a great show
And I weep during intermission
May 18, 2016
May 18, 2016 at 7:39 PM UTC
Teardrops
The hurt in my eyes is all that has to be said
Sometimes I know I'm better off dead
The pain is the only thing I can feel
Knowing it's the one thing that's real
Behind all the games and lies
An emptiness haunts my eyes
A person who I used to be
Worse even though it wasn't me
Sorrow consuming every thought
Slowly losing everything I've got
Darkness closing in all around
Still I don't make a single sound
Evil fills the void inside
this life's not one I'll confide
However deeper someone tries to look
whatever happens the ground has shook
the dread and hate leaves me in a daze
All around me demons fires blaze
Living isn't worthwhile if its torture
yet it's that to which I'm not sure
don’t try to understand the words written here
for I'm not the one to fear
Nov 8, 2015
Nov 8, 2015 at 9:16 PM UTC
Nightmare
The end of a long day.
You go home and in silence lay.
With dangerous thoughts running through your head.
Skin deep, bear flesh, heart stopped, body cold, bled so dry.
Soulless in the dark, you end up finally dead. Your ghost will slowly die.
Haters and lovers, loudly mourn, Hearts are torn.
It always ends the same, just a
Nightmare.
Nov 2, 2015
Nov 2, 2015 at 6:07 PM UTC
Hiding the hurt, hiding the pain
hiding the tears that fall like rain.
Saying I'm fine, when I'm anything but,
this ache in my soul rips at my gut.
My skin is on fire, I burn from within.
The calm on my face is an ongoing sin.
The world must stay out, I've built up a wall.
My fragile lie will collapse should it ever fall.
Loneliness consumes me, it eats away the years
until my life is swallowed by unending fears.
Waiting for someone to see I wear a mask
and care enough to remove it, is that too much to ask?
Nov 1, 2015
Nov 1, 2015 at 10:57 PM UTC