It's not self harm. It's fine
Just a bunch of tic tac toe boards
Made of crimson lines
It's not insomnia
I'm just so excited about life
I want to be awake every second
It's not that I can't eat
It's just healthy to have moderation
And what's more moderate than nothing
Its not depression
It's just a tiny sad
That has lasted a year
It's not a panic attack
I'm just fine
The scream crying is unrelated
Jul 23, 2024
Jul 23, 2024 at 4:42 AM UTC
I live in a shifting sea
An ocean black depth that seeks to drown
Every part of me
Cut. Burn. Hit.
Every tumult and wave demands
The worst I can give myself
A crawling claw from the inky void
My own touch fills me with dread.
Not my hands. But a demon
Living in my head.
Getting drunk of every fear
Feeding every insecurity
Cut yourself. Hurt yourself.
You deserve nothing but pain
Then I'm fine. As quickly as
The words were typed.
The sea calms, the ice in my chest
Melts
But given a moment or stray thought
A single sliver of a chance
This leviathan will return
Hell bent on seeing me dead
Rushing up from this darkness
Gnashing teeth, slimy claws
Living in my head
Jul 23, 2024
Jul 23, 2024 at 4:07 AM UTC
Loud disrespectful welp, bone faced Cav
Subdued in soundless sleep, unaware
Here lurks our end, O death stalks us dear Nav
Mine ever foolish sword, dull yet sharp
A prize awaits the dead, not for us
One Flesh, One end, O death hates us dear
Nav
Apr 25, 2021
Apr 25, 2021 at 2:56 AM UTC
Dark thoughless word *****
An Exhalation when I cant speak
A breath when I choke on these thoughts
As I throw them into a void.
Jan 26, 2021
Jan 26, 2021 at 3:39 AM UTC
Directionless coward
Lazy selfish ****
How many times must you learn
youre simply not worth it.
No goals. No hopes. No talents or dreams.
"Im doing all I can."
Liar. I want to scream.
Breath caught. Throat tight.
I could never do anything right.
Cant die. Cant swim.
How do I survive the ocean
I find myself in?
Jan 26, 2021
Jan 26, 2021 at 2:34 AM UTC
Talk to me and I will smile
Joke and I will laugh
Youll never see my darkness
I read somewhere "Eat the path"
Devour the stress turned hatred
Consume the storm in your head
I could probably **** things up
Even when Im dead
Ingest a sickening life
Glutton myself on the cycles
I dont want to be here anymore
But youll watch this sorrow soul
Eat the path.
Jan 26, 2021
Jan 26, 2021 at 2:28 AM UTC
Seething boiling mass
Thrashing in this bone cage
Overcast black torrent
Perplexed eyes turn skyward
Im supposed to be happy
I thought I had shed it way back when
But i look around and im standing the dark yet again.
Calmness despite the rage
Resignation to the stress
Hopeless, Helpless, Worthless
Life is a stage
And I want nothing but the curtain call
Jan 26, 2021
Jan 26, 2021 at 2:17 AM UTC
Wings out-thrown: A black silhouette eclipsing the moon
Quickened by blood: A hole in my understanding, drawing it close
Child of the skies: A long forgotten predator, awoken and voracious -
Child of mud: Adam's son, cunning, strong and committed to life. -
Unable to know, think, grasp, take-in, understand, comprehend
"That is not dead which can eternal lie,
and with strange aeons pass even death may die"
An Eternal Hunter: six limbs, no eyes.
Inevitable Death stalking your every step.
Wings tipped in spears of ivory, claws of Forged-metal
Creator? or Created? It does not matter.
For life will decay in its shadow.
A God of wrath and vengeance: Unforgiving of this deception.
Which lead to It's races end.
Exalted, and hailed as what It is, It will destroy all.
It will destroy
Us.
Dec 1, 2020
Dec 1, 2020 at 10:17 PM UTC
Hark, o mine beast of black shade and moonlight,
Steal me from mine chambers in the dark night,
Wake me from restful sleep to give me sight
Of things not known, and of things to come,
Hark, o sharp edged visage of death Black Queen,
Hear mine cry of One Flesh, a soft rueful keen,
Follow mine cry of One End and be seen,
Yet not known a little, not even some.
Nov 7, 2020
Nov 7, 2020 at 12:09 AM UTC
Every failure of my character
Throws and rails against this bone cage
Blood and Bone deep folly
Chasing any hope of rest or death
Crushed flower, broken swinging bridge
A river of memories turned tide of self pity
Turned vicious biting realization
But the stone was cast and the current's a Thief
My actions made consequences
My thoughtless uncaring made enemies
My stone caused a ripple
And the ripple
A Tide
Oct 28, 2020
Oct 28, 2020 at 8:59 PM UTC