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Dec 2022 · 82
War's Lullaby
Rotten Meat Dec 2022
Dirt and debris, my eyes stung
No sense of direction, but safe and sound
Bare soil and bare trees surround me, but I am at home

Sound of the wind whistle spoke to me
The only thing I heard with my one ear
I lied my hands down onto earth

And I went home as I fell into slumber
Dec 2022 · 89
1942
Rotten Meat Dec 2022
Lampshade decorated with paper flowers

Though as he woke it caught in flames

Moths spluttered away from an impact

He spoke in his mind 'it was ours'

A loud blaring voice claims 'we let them to safety'

As the buildings fall to pieces

As the fire climbs rapidly up the towers

The Tiger crushed all that was left
Dec 2022 · 59
Outer Space
Rotten Meat Dec 2022
Floating around and around,
as free as you can be.
But what can you do?
What can you feel?
Free yet you are trapped
in this emptiness.
Not knowing what to do next,
or the meaning of life.
As you float closer and closer
to the black hole, you realize
something in your mind...

I have built this endless void myself,
forever lost in hopelessness and sorrow.
lost cage trapped home sadness
Feb 2019 · 210
Nothingness
Rotten Meat Feb 2019
Smear, trickle, tumble
The smell of iron from the red
Ties our senses together

Oh how I wonder where his mind went
For his eyes were shadowed
And his face was someone else

Yet, he started to cry a faceless cry
This correlates with a short story I'm currently writing
May 2018 · 299
Numbers
Rotten Meat May 2018
You are not a number
Like a calander, keeping track
Like the data of your sobriety

Or the days you kept counting, in order to see progress

You are not a percentage
Like on a computer listing your school progress
Like the calculations you make of whether you belong or not

You are human
Special in many ways
Different, but unique

But most importantly,

You are you
One of a kind
Jun 2017 · 367
Captive
Rotten Meat Jun 2017
I want to get lost in the forest
Away from all of my burdens
Away from all my worries
And feel free again
Jun 2017 · 330
What I Write
Rotten Meat Jun 2017
I write poems based on what's going on with me, past issues, current mental state, what's on my mind currently, and real life situations.

This is like my outlet
like people writing songs based on how they feel
or based on the stuff that has been happening.

Because of this, many of them are very personal.
Some are true, some are just a poem idea.
Can you tell which ones are real?
Can you tell which ones are base on what's been happening in my life?

Like a door way leading to my darkest secrets of my struggles.
I put myself here for you to judge
All true words, poem very unstructured. Just want to let you know about some things...
Jun 2017 · 337
Covers
Rotten Meat Jun 2017
Hiding myself forever
Longing for someone to find me
It was easy as hide and seek
But now, I'm a see through

Completely invisible
Though I can see you
And you can see me
Yet you never seem to wonder where I've gone

I feel comfortable under these covers
No one judging me, no hate
No intentional trading of friends
Only because no one else is here

Sometimes I don't want to hide myself
But I traded my friends for these covers
Or were they really friends
I still wish to have them back

Hiding myself forever
Afraid to come out of the shade
Not because of judgement or hate
Because of knowing I wont see my friends

The true friends who are peaking through the clouds
Nov 2016 · 778
New Soul
Rotten Meat Nov 2016
Going through so much change
My personalities aren't the same
I think I finally found my future
Lost a friend that I started to know

Went through so many thing
Lost a lover, thought he was the one
No support from parents or anyone
My life took a step off a cliff

I'm still alive, breathing
Taking medications to feel numbness
But I'm still alive
Trying my best to heal

Im off to a good start
At least I have hopes for my future
Most of my lifetime, I've lost hope
Finally I found it

Maybe I'm still the same
But I feel something different
Something that never existed
So this is the new me

I try to stay happy
But it's not easy
Though I have a better control of it
Not letting sorrow win over me

I've learned to go through all of this
By myself with no guidance
Inspirations helped me through
Made me who I am today

So I hope I make it to the end
Living my dream with my new soul
And anyone else who decides to join
Will you be part of my life?

And help me through the bumpy road?
Nov 2016 · 1.4k
Neon Lights
Rotten Meat Nov 2016
The loud music, the smiles of people
Getting lost in the night
The lights holding everyone in place
The neon lights where I call home

I am not able to hear my self
But my voice is heard by others
What a unusual home, you can say
Feeling like I belong

With all the happy people

Feeling the beat in my heart
The song, the mix, and the neon lights
Hold me close to my home
The home where I'm looked after

No one's alone here
Everyone's in this together
No one's voice isn't heard
The neon lights keeping us together

So called 'home'; neon lights

Don't be afraid to show your self
Come out of the darkness
We're here for you
No matter where you are
May 2016 · 332
Wishing...
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
Apr 2016 · 505
Why Me?
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
Apr 2016 · 378
Ideogram
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
Apr 2016 · 852
Who am I?
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
Apr 2016 · 406
Addiction
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
Apr 2016 · 437
I'm Not Sure
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
Apr 2016 · 494
I Wish, I Could've
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
Apr 2016 · 382
Him
Rotten Meat Apr 2016
Him
I love him
Can’t stop thinking about him
When I sleep, he’s in my head
As I hold his jacket like a stuffed animal

I fell in love with him
Looked into his blue eyes
Saw something different
Something is different about him

The way he treats me
He’s always by my side
Doesn’t judge me of who I am
I love him just the way he is

Feel safe as his arms wrap around me
Like a real home
The warmth,
Everything is gonna be alright

I feel happy, smiling
Even if things aren’t going out well
When I think of him, it makes me happy
The thoughts, ease my strain
Mar 2016 · 366
Deranged Alcohlic
Rotten Meat Mar 2016
Still breathing, alive...
Struggling; bloodshot eyes from cries
Drinks from the bottle,
sets it down for a moment
I see my dreams fall into my whiskey bottle

I say my flaws out loud
Then tip that whiskey bottle,
to my mouth
That cycle repeats,
till I can barely talk clearly

Hangover wakes me up,
in the morning
I look at myself in the mirror
I see an addict
With bloodshot eyes

An addict struggling to keep up with school work,
friends, brother, my mom, my dad
Exhausted every night
Rarely sleeps with positive thoughts

It's hard to wake up every morning
I see my mom smiling,
Me, forcing a smile
Behind that smile,
a deranged alcoholic

Friend tells me I'm all good,
not a bad person
Teenage alcoholic won't take that,
but me?
It actually made my day

Feeling really dizzy,
as I write this poem
Don't judge me
I'll soon get out of this,
hopefully

Wasted, tired, emotions flying
I say I'm gonna **** myself,
while holding a spoon
Falls onto my bed,
passed out

Haha, so funny
How much I "love myself"
If I actually did,
why would I do this to myself?
Wouldn't take a drink at all

It's becoming a strong habit
Drinking every time I want to forget
Wanting to forget all these voices,
in my head
And depression, that holds me

With those tired eyes,
deep dark circles
A smile creeps upon my face,
by some random happy thought
Oh how much I miss that happy day

Struggling to breathe
Hangover hit early
I struggle to stand
'Climb' onto my bed'
taking deep breaths

I tell myself, I'm gonna live
Even with all of this going on
I'm gonna be alright
I'm not gonna die,
not in front of my friends

The dizziness, the urge,
I still have to finish work
It's only 9:40 pm
I might just end up falling aslep,
on my desk

So here I go,
taking another breath
I'm gonna make it through everyday
Gonna try keeping up,
with all the mess life brings

As my dreams fall into my whiskey bottle
Written on 3/20/16
Feb 2016 · 3.2k
Breathe
Rotten Meat Feb 2016
Take a deep breath, let it out
It's gonna alright
Just look at me in the eye
Promise you won't hurt yourself
I'm always here for you

Listen, friend, come close to me
Don't breathe in the chemicals
Drop the needles, leave them in the corner
Forget the pills, come with me
I'll lead you to a happier place

Please don't leave, don't say that
Don't forget I'm always here for you
Listen to my words, I'll guide you
Things will get better, I promise
Just breathe, you'll be alright
Feb 2016 · 419
My Little Friend
Rotten Meat Feb 2016
How you are always by my side

Where others fade away, your beauty stays

The more we talked, we got closer

Always finding the right time to hang around

While others left, you stayed

My little friend, ever so special

You may have flaws, but you're flawless to me

Because you never left

And so your beauty never faded
Feb 2016 · 542
Purple Feelings
Rotten Meat Feb 2016
So much is happening
So much in one night
I remember what happened this morning
Oh this, it isn't right.

Why, i stayed up all night
I wish i was helping
My soul wants to sleep
But i kept on forcing awake

Last time i took a breath
Wasn't today at all
I dont know what to feel
They're mixed up in a batter

I dont feel blue, or yellow
Or mellow, my little fellow
I feel purple
Cuz i dont know how to feel
Jan 2016 · 634
Sleep
Rotten Meat Jan 2016
Slipping away
Losing all the sleepy days
Growing tired everyday
Working endlessly

Eyes about to close
Heartbeat slowing down
You take a deep breath
Everything slowing down

Your eyes widen
You snap awake
Still all the same
All tired, no energy
Rotten Meat Jan 2016
Breathe in, breathe out
Weird stench fills the air
I took 8 hits on the pipe
Feeling relaxed, feeling lost

My eyes turn red, very red
My mouth is dry; I feel famished
Wasted another day, all alone
All forgetful, all pain-free

Blue Dream, Purple Voodoo, Afghan, Green Crack
I haven't tried it all, only have one type
Feeling so lost, but relaxed
No sorrow I feel, no yelling I hear

Known as "illegal drug", right in my room
I should stop, this isn't good
It ruins my brain, my lungs, my life
Feeling very lost, feeling that anxiety

I get caught smoking outside
My life is done, over for good
They tell me to turn myself in
But guess what I have, guess what I have

Some pistols and a gun
I load 3, just to make sure
I should've stopped smoking earlier; but it's  all done now
I pull the trigger, I pull the trigger

Not missing the head
Revised and edited. Written on 12/28/15
Jan 2016 · 1.4k
Little Leaf
Rotten Meat Jan 2016
Oh little leaf, little leaf
How much you like the tree
Hanging on tight as you can be
Breathing happily under the warm sun

Fall is coming, coming, coming
You change green to brown
Oh how you have a big frown
As you twitch and sway, about to fall

Oh little leaf, little leaf, hanging on tight
But you feel your grip weaken
Fall is here, this isn't mistaken
You cry softly, as you feel the cold ground

Suddenly you hear laughing, kids everywhere
You see them getting closer...crunch...crunch
Leaves getting blown...crunch...crunch
And everything blacks out, as you wither into pieces.

Oh little leaf, little leaf, your life was good
But little leaf, what was your name?
It's possible to reach that fame
But you're gone now, withered in pieces

Don't worry, there were leaves before you
Little leaves in the spring grew
They saw you before there a few
But forgetting what it was, living happily as little leaf

Forget about the end, new little leaf, you're happy now
Just live happy, hanging on tight
Spread the joy, don't be in fright
Because you'll be in the light...

...keeping you safe...
Revised and edited. Written on 12/28/15
Dec 2015 · 476
Death Angel
Rotten Meat Dec 2015
Hell is full,
Heaven won't let me in.
Life won't accept me,
As something gets close by.
While death holds me tight,
As the cold wind blows though the night.
Dec 2015 · 939
Fading Away
Rotten Meat Dec 2015
Seeing less living

Not breathing

But feeling

The scorching light

Tearing my skin

Fading away

Away I go

Into the deep abyss...
Dec 2015 · 696
Time
Rotten Meat Dec 2015
Going by fast,
Clock broken? Will that stop time?
You take out the batteries,
Sure, you'll feel like time has stopped,
But it's still going.

Slipping by, spilling like pouring water,
Never stopping for you,
Especially when you need it the most.
Time never waits for you,
Just like anyone in this world

Sometimes you want it to go by quickly.
The pain you're going through,
Feeling like time goes by slow then.
Just at the wrong moments it slows down
Either way, it never waits.

Time is a valuable thing,
If you realize it sooner enough.
Some are limited to 3 months,
They have no choice, but to live their life,
Wishing they could live longer.

You forget time is going by,
Not realizing you'll get it back.
And it comes that time,
You are limited with time.
Just 'cause the choices you made, it's over.
Dec 2015 · 482
Off The List?
Rotten Meat Dec 2015
You feel that sudden chill
Suddenly you feel cold, though its summer
You have a lot of school work to do
But you go straight to bed
Just trying to sleep

Wake up, hear voices in your head
You take another smoke, in the closet
Better not get caught by your parents
That doesn't fix it
You fall back asleep, skipping school

You get blamed for something you didn't do the next day
Didn't stand up for yourself
You don't care about anything anumore.
You've lost that sense of feeling

Getting yelled at, a bit of abusement
But the only pain you feel is inside your head
Crippling into your thinking
Getting hold of your emotions
Never letting you go

You relapsed several times
You overdose on pills every day
But not enough to pass out
You then promise yourself one day to stop
But relapse again 2 days later

You meet someone people
Become friends; they don't know what you're going through
But the smiles, the talks, that makes you think....
Think about something...

You're not alone anymore
When you think about those suicidal thoughts again....
Think twice: you have friends
And someone who cares about you
That special one you think about everyday

No relapses; you stop on pills and self-harming
You start healing every day
Little by little
Still getting those thoughts
But they disappear quickly

You think about that person
Everyday; looking forward to see him
Your parents don't know about him
They would be mad at you
Telling you to focus in school
But no one can really prevent themselves from falling in love

One day, you relapse again
You think about what you've just done
You tell yourself that this is wrong
You stop, the relapse only lasting one day
You think about him again
You tell yourself you'll never do this again

Looks like you've healed
You're still depressed
Like ***** to you
But you got something to look forward to
Friends
That special one
That's all that matters to you now

You can't say you're alright
But you have hope
This will get better, right?
As you lie awake at night
Things are different now
In a good way

Life isn't easy to live through
Its hard to keep yourself alive
But now, you have people you care about
Something you didn't actually have in the past
"Everything will be alright." You tell yourself
Am I off the list of relapses?
It looks like it

None of the people I care about would like it
If they find out I'm hurting myself
So I'll not do it, for them
For me also
I'm off the list of all of those relapses
Slowling healing everyday
Thank you
You don't know exactly what I'm going through
But just by existing, you're helping a lot
And by all the conversations we have
Aug 2015 · 1.2k
Mr. Scissorhands
Rotten Meat Aug 2015
I make friends with both dark and light,
everyone is different and special.
No one is left to be judged.
You ask who are these people?
"Who is that with no hands?"
Well let me tell you something,

Scissorhands is my friend;
very original, yet mistreated,
why it's like the people around us.
Judging a book by its cover;
sure that sounds old,
but not if you never learn.

"Left with no hands, why with us?"
Oh everyone is special.
I got a friend with no eyes,
cannot see at all.
Does that make her different?
No not at all.

Am I alone?
No I'm not,
people may call my friends monsters,
though they are not what you think.
Everyone is not the same,
but we shall treat others the same way.
Different is unique,
very creative in all sorts of ways.

So next time you enter my house,
don't point anyone out.
If you don't enjoy their company,
then you shall not come at all.
Dedicated to all the unique people in this world. Only few that don't judge.
Aug 2015 · 1.3k
Freedom
Rotten Meat Aug 2015
Just like a birds flying free,
it did felt great living in a free country.
But now look at what the world has become...
Things have changed,
and if you realize...
We never had freedom from the start.
Aug 2015 · 478
Bedtime
Rotten Meat Aug 2015
How as a little kid hated bedtime,
enjoyed stories being read.
Falling sound asleep,
waking up with a smile.

Now all grown up,
All I do is sleep.
Waking up with a frown,
never a morning person.

Oh during childhood,
everything was delightful at home,
home is what I thought was safe and sound...
Aug 2015 · 982
Midnight
Rotten Meat Aug 2015
Wonders why I can't sleep,
Till I realize they're just thoughts.
Many events, many happenings,
I can never seem to forget.
Good or bad, big or small,
They're still there:

What's tomorrow when its the same,
The same as the day before.
Nothing changed except for one,
My addiction is finally gone.
I feel proud because of that,
But that's all I'm ever proud of.

Why do people need friends,
When they pretend you're not there?
I grew up in a rude environment,
I thought everyone's like that.
Just another misconceptions,
But no, I'm just so used to it.

2:11 am,
I always slept at 4 or 5.
Over the summer I'm an owl,
Never waking up during the day.
Forced to swallow down food,
I end up skipping a whole meal.

I never felt so alone,
Why alone when you have voices?
They talk to you when you sleep,
They talk to you any day.
Unlike "human" friends around my circle,
They're just one of my ghost followers

I must sleep now,
Too many thoughts.
No wonder I'm so wide awake.
Hoping I'll make it alive another day,
Wanting to make it to my goals.
I'll climb the challenges by myself,
This is what I have to overcome.
But I'm also used it too.
Aug 2015 · 770
Little Tree
Rotten Meat Aug 2015
Oh how I wish to grow up to be tall,
Almost touching the skies,
And hugged by the sunlight.
How I wish I can see above all,
All above everyone else.
Being the tallest tree of all.
But oh I can't see the sun,
I know it's there.
Hey, where's the rain?
I know its falling,
I can hear the rain drops.
Oh the others are so tall,
They cover my light.
No I won't give up,
They must move out of my way.
Softly I cried,
Shriveling away day by day.
I can see no sky,
I can see no freedom.
I'll never be the tallest tree,
Like my dream will always be.
Aug 2015 · 599
What's Home?
Rotten Meat Aug 2015
What is home?
Home is not literally home to me,
Not the one built with trees and all cozy and warm inside.
Not the place where everyone is welcome,
It is never shared with society.
The music I listen too feels at home,
But wait what is home?
Oh, I just live in a different universe.
No family members there, no friends.
Oh wait, I just don't have no home.
Aug 2015 · 302
Fear
Rotten Meat Aug 2015
Some say that it'll go away,
after a short while, no it won't stay
But no Fear is a person,
you and your precious thoughts
You think its leading you away
But first ask yourself,
can you ever run away from you?
Your worst enemy is always you

— The End —