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 Jul 2015 Camron Elliott
Nameless
The only way i would've gotten anything good out of life, is if i were the top dog and not the ******* it walks on.
 Jul 2015 Camron Elliott
Nameless
Depression bites at your ankles, feels like glass shards embedded in your feet with every step you take,painful at first and then numb.
Whispering sweet nothings in your ear
"you're garbage"
"you're ugly"
"*****,
****,
useless,
why are you even alive?"
With every step you take your bones go brittle and break.
There's a parasite in your brain, there's an elephant on your chest, and everything gets heavy.
Your eyelids start to close, falling into a deep slumber to get away from reality.
But instead you have nightmares,
of that day ,
of that night,
of that month ,
of that year,
and they repeat themselves over and over again making sure you never forget; and you won't.
Finally you wake up and it's been two days since you last got out of bed.
You heave a heavy sigh as the pattern starts all over again.
 Jul 2015 Camron Elliott
Nameless
Like walking on a tightrope
Thinner than grass
There's no nets below
Better save my ***
Keep your head up high and don't look down

I look

All i see are frowns
There frowning at me
Why are they frowning at me?
What did i do?
I've  been through so much, I think i'm almost there
But the tightrope it stretches
I'll keep walking, but its not fair

The people below want me to end my life
They say "I'm not worth it" "Why go through this strife?"
Death is not the answer
Not for me anyways

So I'll keep walking this tightrope
No matter how far
I'll make it, you'll see
*Just watch me.
 Jul 2015 Camron Elliott
Redshift
you haven't known me long enough to have the privilege of being rude to me
at least put a label on it before you get offended when I put down your demands for attention
like I owe you my time and affection
if there is anything I've learned over the past year and a half
it's that I don't owe anyone anything

so cool your jets *******
this *** isn't yours yet.
 Jul 2015 Camron Elliott
Redshift
never loved a boy.
the seventeen yearolds ask me what the last one was
I don't know.

I don't love this one either.
do I love anyone?
truly?
im sorry
i make your heels bleed from the eggshells,

im sorry
i bury landmines between your toes,

im sorry
i make you choke on your soft words.

im sorry i sail away.
same old same old
i'm sorry,



she didn't make it.
i'll never understand why gentle souls suffer but i like to think she was too good for this world and was needed elsewhere. im glad you aren't suffering anymore. im sorry emma.
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