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Like an animal inside you,
trying to get free.
So painful,
the demons killing me.

Like someone's strangling you
from the inside.
Lungs in agony
in a dreadful line.

It's hard to swallow,
it's hard to breathe.
Thinking of the problems
within me.

"I am a mistake,
so why should I be?
All I do is hurt
those who are closest to me."

These are the thoughts
within my brain
as I try to clear them,
but doing so in vain.

I am trying to swallow
the feeling of disdain.
But I am choking,
melting away.

Soon enough,
the demons run and flee,
leaving me with thoughts
that will never leave me be.

It's like a battle,
right in my lungs,
right in my mind.
I become so blind,
that it's hard to be me.
I suffer from anxiety attacks
when my nervous system racks.
It sets me away
in the wolf pack.
I don't need alcohol,
I don't need a buzz.
I don't need tobacco.
I don't need fake fun.

Music is my drug,
one that keeps me alive.
Even when living
isn't worth it at all.

Music is my drug.
It understands me more.
Humans can't comprehend
what I feel like when I'm awake.

Music is my drug.
It's only fault is keeping me awake.
I am tired,
but at least I have something that cares.
just let me go.
just let me leave.
I'm tired of all this pain,
all the never-ending rain.
so it's about time I said goodbye.
and slipped quietly into the night
maybe then you can see
what life has done to me.
I know you'll care more once I'm gone.
you'll think what could I have done, what did I do wrong.
so the time is finally here.
there's no hope for me, no cheer.
goodbye I say to you all.
and I hope that none of you feel the same fall.
...
Life's a funny thing
you never do know what it'll bring
on one hand you can be happy and vibing with the crew
Or on the other hand you could be on the street meeting certain defeat with no clue in what to do

Like I said, life is a very funny thing
Not by laughs but by the macabre or the odd things it does, like someone thinking they can sing but in reality the person has all the singing ability of a bootleg rappers bling

in my case in my space I developed a crush (again) I mean have you seen her face?
and eyes that can open a dead man's eyes
and I got stung before but something is making try again

but if I try... Will I lose another friend?
Musing....
Ding Ding
let me in
so I can cause doubt
in every place within
As much as you claim
to be a man that doesn't know me
we're familiar with quite the history
I mean who doesn't know me

****** fear, can't you just leave me alone
I can't stand to try to live another day on my own
I can't let my heart and mind roam
anymore, I'm scared to develop feelings again but
I'm gonna put myself thru the door

NO YOU WON'T! YOU'LL SIT AROUND WATCHING DUBIOUS MOVIES ON WEBSITES WONDERING WHY YOU CAN'T GET ANYBODY TO STAY IN YOUR LIFE!

SHUT UP FEAR IM SICK OF YOU TRYING TO CONTROL MY LIFE
GO **** A FAT ONE OFF, MAYBE ACTUALLY PLEASE DEATH YOUR WIFE!
Please fear, go away
We may be a long way apart
but you still are an angel and dear to my heart
when others held knives to my head you nursed me back to help and calmed the demons running around in my head
Do I even need to say it? without you I probably would be dead
Aura the Angel I'm crazy about you like I've already said
You're my kind of crazy because we're both cuckoo in the head
Our bonds stronger than Krazy Glue more reliable than my favorite shoes Converse all stars you're my shining supernova I've fallen for you harder than a rock off of the white cliffs of Dover
In case you couldn't tell, this is about someone special
I'm confused stuck at a crossroads with no idea what to do
I swore to myself I need no help that I wouldn't go crawling back to you
Now I don't know what to do, because it hurts to have to miss you
But I don't wanna get stomped on for wanting something beyond what we had to begin with, it's annoying because I shouldn'tve gotten attached to begin with
But I did get attached
Now I'm confused if you feel the same
It hurts to miss you, I may feel empty but it's for the best
Between the crossroads I've found my way, the road leading right away from you
Another duet with myself and Lady Death
We are critical.

We find flaws in
everything we see
because nobody
wants to write
about perfection,
even though sometimes
we wish we could just stay
staring into that
unblemished surface.

2. We are never satisfied.

We live our lives upon
mountains of
scrunched up
bits of refill and
ideas we gave up
trying to
express.

3. We never forget.

We write words about
eye contact made
three months ago
that we replay over
and over in our minds
even though it
stopped
being relevant.

4. We are fickle.**

Our emotions flash
from one
to the other
like strobe lighting that
disorientates us
until we feel as if
the world
will never be still.

5. We are exposed.

We don't know how
to keep our feelings
to ourselves so
we'll write them
down for
you to find
'accidentally'.

6. We are vulnerable.

We wear our
hearts on our sleeves
and won't lift a
muscle to fight back
if somebody tries
to break it
because we thrive
from the pain.

7. We will never stop.

We will never stop
feeling and
we will never stop
hurting,
we will never stop
breaking and
bleeding and
loving
even though the cycle
is endless
and we know what's
coming next.


We are addicted
to agony,
but we agonise
for the art.
It's worth it though.
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