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
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