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  Aug 2018 Armand-DeamoJC
Myrrdin
We looked into the darkness
You said it was bright
I trusted you
And thought myself blind
We stood out in the cold
You complained of the heat
I trusted you
And I removed my jacket
We were submerged in water
You said it was land
I trusted you
And I stopped swimming
Trust is not truth.
Armand-DeamoJC Aug 2018
How am I?
I went from alright
to bad
I went from bad
to worse

See the sad thing of it all
I'm unsure if right now
Is going from worse to good
Or Going from worse to worst

It's unclear to me how things can get worse
It's unclear if it'll ever become better again
Shouldn't have dragged you
Into the mess that's my life
The same dilemma I had a while ago. Try my best to keep her happy, and myself, or at least try my best not to **** it up
Armand-DeamoJC Aug 2018
You'd ask me if I'm depressed. I'd tell you no
Why can I be depressed when I have what I wanted

You'd ask me if I'm suicidal. I'd tell you no
When you fail in something too many times
You give up

You'd ask me if I'm happy. So used to lying. I'd tell you no
How can you be unhappy, when your smile is filled with love. Eyes with sadness, but your heart's not there and your emotions thinned?

I grew a stone in place of a heart
Just to give it away again
Regret I do not, for I've nothing to lose and everything to gain
I'm sorry Liz. I love you
Armand-DeamoJC Aug 2018
Colours are shaded differently
Lives can change instantly

Cigarettes and alcohol couldn't hold you back
You wanted to break my mind
I allowed you by being kind
You knew that eventually I'd crack

Diablo... they used to call me
It's not who I wanted to be
It wasn't a choice
I was chosen

I wish I could go back to that day
To whom would it favor?
Only those I hurt
Only those, I...

I wish it were me instead of you
It was a war in there and I got out
I never should have
The war out here's a lot more difficult

Those white lines seem so sweet
Those red eyes seem to fix it all
What helped most, the amnesia?
White lines, I need ya
White lines, I got ya
Solemn Sold Soul Said Satan
Solitary solitude, shed shears
Temporary takeoff, tense tears
Maybe my last poem , or maybe...
  Aug 2018 Armand-DeamoJC
Brittany Hall
Get up and dress my myself.
I don't impress myself.
Need to express myself.
Not to detest myself.
Start to respect myself.
Outwardly reflect myself.
I won't reject myself.
Go out and test myself.
No time to rest myself.
I'll be the best, myself.
  Aug 2018 Armand-DeamoJC
Me
Have you ever wondered what the after life is like....
Have it ever crossed your mind that earth could be hell and then when you die that, that would be when you are truly alive
Or that we live in someone else's dream and then someday we would wake and meet reality

I know that I'm afraid to sleep or to think or just to be alone
Because that is when I'm vulnerable....
When my demons would come out and play,
Like im their playground.

They know what to say
Lol
They don't need to say anything because I would do it anyway...
One cut here and there....
A note saying I'm sorry and I love them....
They are not the one to blame and if they seek the truth they wil never find it...
Because it's buried with me.

Maybe I have the wrong idea on life
Or maybe it's life that treat you like **** and expect you to treat it like a king
Or maybe I just don't know how to live life as if it would be my last day...

Nahh it's not that...
I know I'm tired...
My soul seeking death...
My mind trying to think of a way to **** myself
And my body just doing what my mind tells it to do..

I'm not scared of the dark, maybe that's part of the problem
Being tired can be extremely exhausting
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