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May 2015 · 466
Twisted Thoughts
Ties myself to the trees
Ropes tightened around my wrists and feet
Throw a rock on the gas petal rip my body apart
Have my intestines and blood stain the trunk of my car
Take me to the black room at the back of the rave
Stick four needles in each pupil let me feel all of that pain
I'd rather take a knife cut off my finger tips
Stick em in lemon juice stinging like acid
Watch my blood dilute the yellowish liquid
I'd rather **** myself then to ever live
Put the pistol to my temple give myself what i deserve
I know my own worth that's why i wanna die in the dirt
These demons they're yelling, whispering to me.
Speaking of things i have already seen. Telling me that it's okay to sleep. Knowing i see dead faces in my dreams. Lately my nightmares have been changing. ****** features of the figments rearranging. Went from older bro to two girls to one girl to nothing. Thinking of them my chest I'm clutching
So what is it this figment this dark shadowy figure. Mister miss me lately call you when you're crazy. Let me know when you're happy so i can bring the rain please. Let me crawl inside your head just to lay eggs of sadness you see. This shadowy figure is embodiment of depression to me
Words, words, words, words let me show you what they do. Tell me I'm worthless leave me battered and bruised. By pronouns and adjectives. Making me feel a whole lot Dif-ferent. The bottle of ***** in ya locker that you sip so casually. Seems to be the only vice i have that i see. Your image and reflection in this shot glasses i drink from. Makes me feel like i won't reach kindgom come. Maybe I'm Destined for hell in a 1 by 1 foot cell.
Fill up my bathtub with ******* water and a couple bottles of ***** then. I can sip a little bit while i start pondering. Feeling like sunday night dreading life like monday morning. Only thoughts i really have are of gruesome demons eating me slowly. Make me want to crawl to the kitchen and use a knife to feel a little more "holy". Funny how you used to shove jesus down my throat. Now I'm cursing him with blood guzzling out my throat.
Dark shadows envelope me
Wrapped a noose around my neck so i couldn't breathe
Depression was a drug to me like ecstasy
Tightened the noose i still don't wanna be
**** living without a meaning worthless never been worth ****
Depression hit me like a train knocked me off the chair now my limp body is hanging in the air
I'd rather sleep in the alleyways
Drink till I'm in a daze
Smoke till my mind is hazed
Cut till i don't ******* bleed
Drowning till i can't ******* breathe
All the memories start to fade day after ******* day
Run out into traffic just to take the pain away
This is basically a poem i wrote trying to show you what it was like in my head.

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