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Rotten Meat May 2016
I wish I had a life of a bird
Flying high in the sky
Cuz I feel like I'm in a cage
Like a flightless bird who wants to fly
Jumps off a cliff and dies
Rotten Meat Apr 2016
I messed up again
Why, I'm just a big flaw

Slowly, degrading in meaning
Losing the 'significant'

Like a word with no definition
It's just me, messing up again

Rolling back to old habbits
Never learning
Written on 4/12/16
Rotten Meat Apr 2016
Marking a chapter in your life
With a special ideogram
Or is it?
Does it represent something?

Understood with no words
But some, no meaning at all
So, you just marked a chapter of life
Where you found yourself meaningless

An ideogram with no meaning
Just there for no reason
Like the day you loss,
Fighting yourself

Now left with no meaning at all
Written on 4/12/16
Rotten Meat Apr 2016
Who am I? You ask me
I'm the girl who drinks everyday
The one who overdoses on medicine
Takes pills for no reason
Finding new ways to hurt myself
Without bleeding of my skin

I'm a lonely, sensitive girl
I avoid people most of the time
But I have friends around
Talk about things that astound
I'm strange, they're strange
We're all pretty chill

I'm also the girl who hazes
4:20 AM/PM, that's my fave time
When I'm stressed, I take a hit
No way I'm throwing a fit
Especially when I'm high
Wanting to forget everything

That girl with many flaws
Just like any other teenager
Who could love an addict like me
I'm here, nowhere to flee
May there's someone out there
Who would love me no matter what

That's me, all in this one poem
You can stop reading here
It ain't going any further
Like  killer committing ******
The poem ends here
Now I'll get my lighter; time to get high
Written/revised on 3/20/16
Rotten Meat Apr 2016
That cold feeling of overdose
That urge to take more
It crawls along the walls
Making you tremble

You get lost pretty fast
Shivering, coughing, bloodshot eyes
You can't let go
Keep going, nonstop

At night, crying
Took too much of that medicine
Wonders why I'm here
Addiction, please let me go

Suicide, steps back
Addiction steps forward
Hearing whispers in my ears
Giving me the urge to take more

Started with over-the-counter pills
Now moving onto prescribed ones
Then to alcohol, then to cough syrup
And cycling back around again

How I really wish I  had someone to talk to
Well, at night is what I'm saying
Because that's  where my thoughts repeats
Till I start to tear up, and cant sleep
Written on 3/19/16
Rotten Meat Apr 2016
I cry full in tears tonight
Lost, not knowing what's going on
I want to rewind
I want to just start over

Why am I who I am now?
That month in 7th grade,
Changed who I really was, completely
This is what I've become

I don't want to be here anymore
My cover is ruined
Can it just be the end of the story?
This is like a never ending book

As I lie down on my bed
I held the pills in my hands
15 of them,
My hands began to tremble

I put the pills back
And held onto 'his' jacket
He let's me have it for a couple of days
I find comfort, when he's not around

I tell myself: Everything is gonna be alright
But no, it's not
Nothing is going to be the same
Can I just disappear for a while?

I don't know what to do
Feel so lost
Insecure
Never felt this in a while

Its another new day
Forget it
He'll be there for you
Just forget what has happened

I've swallowed the pain for 6 years
Not telling anyone about it
Not asking for help
Just kept it silent

So I can move on from this
I'll be alright
But I know I won't be the same
I'll be changing again

Still, as I sit here in the classroom
Wearing 'his' jacket
I don't know what to do
I just don't want to go home

I feel safe around him
He gives me comfort
I wish I could be next to him tonight
I wish I could

Just breathe, you're gonna be alright
He's there for me, always
I trust him
I'll  be alright

Still, as I go about my day
I can't stop thinking about what happened
I don't want to go home
Don't feel safe there anymore

My overreacting thoughts
Eased as I think about him
Not a day he's not on my mind
Today, I find comfort,

as his arms wrap around me
Rotten Meat Apr 2016
I could've said something
Before she 'left'

Something didn't sounded right
She stuttered a bit while she spoke

Her voice was "happy"
No sound of sadness

I asked her if she was alright
She said 'totally' with a smile

So the conversation continued
Like it always did

I could've told her
That I knew she wasn't alright

But you know, thought she never thought about that
Never saw her struggle

The next day I found out
She was gone

That day, I just thought about it
I wish I said more

She would still be here
If I haven't just moved on

I could've saved my friend
Written on 3/22/16
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