bleedingink

bleedingink Jun 29

you feel like you have a straight jacket on,
slowly getting tighter and tighter
until you can’t breathe.
they yell, shame, belittle, disrespect,
and then lose their minds when you express the smallest hint of a personality.
they expect you to be grateful for the life they’ve given you, and you are, but you feel so small and alone and angry, you just want to get out. but you can’t. ******* straight jacket.

bleedingink Jun 26

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what would happen if i just let everything stop? let the world go quiet,
the edges fuzzy,
slowly going black?

bleedingink Jun 26

breathing ghost

i am a breathing ghost
drifting through life
getting more and more insubstantial
by the day.
because i can’t anymore.
there is nothing left for me here
and now i just watch,
a spectator to my own life,
as i hurtle toward the end.

bleedingink Jun 25

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a name like water
flows from my lips
into the darkness
through the abyss.

i watch you quietly
you do not see
you never will
and it is killing me.

bleedingink Jun 23

we are made of stars

we are all made of stars
cast down from the heavens
and turned into
a form we can recognize.

perhaps
we are not all made for a life
on this planet
and should have stayed with the stars.

maybe that is why
some of us look for a way
back to the stars
because we were not made
for this.

bleedingink Jun 20

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Shards of glass
crash to the floor
tiny ruby droplets
dust their surface.

Words like knives
cutting,
killing,
blame the victim.

Wrong place wrong time
not true
it cannot be true
there is only one at fault.

Look up at the sky
dusting of stars
go to the place
where all the dreamers are.

bleedingink Jun 19

Statue

There are tiny cracks,
working their way down
his back.

His hands are rough,
as though they
are turning to stone.

His heartbeat slows,
the edges beginning to harden
draining his life one pulse at a time.

He is nothing,
he cannot feel,
he cannot see,
he cannot live.

He has turned into a statue,
forever immortalized,
but never free.