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WickedHope Dec 2015
Maybe to you I'm nothing more than shades
Of black and white.
The dark and the light at war,
tearing apart a broken body
Until it's left to waste.
Shadows haunting an already ghost of a soul.
Your shutter always sticks so that
I come out in incomplete smudges.

I used to exist in color,
But maybe that's too far gone.
Those photos are all lost
Or melted by the sun.

Red lips and brown eyes --
Glossed over now, as black.
Peachy skin and soft freckles...
Look sickly white, a dotted grey.

Your pictures are framed in galleries,
And people ponder what they may mean...
But my old photographer, all of his pictures were only meant for me.
Just thinking about different people in my life and how I image they see me.
- - -
I miss the world of photography, I should get back in... maybe.
WickedHope Jan 2015
Babe,
You've been distant
The whole time
You've been home...

I see you out with her,
And my soul is crushed.

I always thought,
That out of the two
Hearts you broke,
I was your favourite...
He broke both our hearts,
but I always thought that he loved me a little more.
But he said no to me, avoided me,
and went out with her recently (as friends, but still).

Why does my heart end up in pain no matter what?
WickedHope Sep 2014
I'm just waiting here
till you find someone better
to spend your time with
fill your life with
WickedHope Sep 2014
just let her spiral
she will come to us for help
she always does
just watch and wait
she isn't that depressed
if she was she'd have killed herself already
just let her spiral
she will come to us for help

until the day I won't
and you find me lying here
*a pool of blood, a glassy stare
I am depressed, suicidal, a mess.
***But to those of you who have messaged me concerned, I don't have the courage to actually **** myself. Rather I shall simply proceed to ruin myself piece by piece,
not all at once.
WickedHope Aug 2021
This is the other me
        The fake me
                The real me
                        The screaming
                The crying
        The Chain Smoking Cigarettes so I can Hurry Up Dying

Bitterly Hopeless
Sweetly Toxic

Maybe if I stare enough
You'll finally   u n l o c k   it
The secret I've buried
The one that I wish I had never seen
The secret I've carried
I spill my veins on the floor,   u n c l e a n
Hoping my insides Drown Me
Praying you forgot the key
Because you know what I know
The lie that I told
It's Rotted And Empty
Hollow like my head could be
So hurry, run, go
Before you understand

The Worst Part
           None of it was real
I'm just
           Me  .
Reality is a *****.

God, WickedHope was such a cu nt.
WickedHope Dec 2014
Sorry my eyes are brown
And my hair's ***** blonde
And I'm skinny but not thin enough

Sorry I'm too short, too tall
And I'm not much of anything
And I had to quit dancing

Sorry my skin is too pale
And I have all these freckles and moles
And all these scabs and scars

Sorry I'm curved wrong
And my eyes are bad
And I talk too much

Sorry I stopped trying in school
And I'm shy but forward
And I'm an idealist

Sorry I'm broken
And uncertain
And afraid

Sorry I'm not any of the things you wanted
Sorry I loved you anyway
Andrew.
Just get out.
Go.
I'm too tired.
WickedHope Sep 2021
Torn flesh haunts my nightmares and daydreams

My sanity slips away on crimson puddles that stain my thoughts

Numbness I used to fight with pain has morphed into a nauseating depth I want to fill with a scarlet flood to drown out the feeling
I feel so broken I want to **** myself.
WickedHope Sep 2021
who would know
   burns so sweet
      stings like salt
         reach so deep
            head tipped back
        twisted little girl
who would know
   fingers curled tight
      red stains faded
         nails deeply embedded
            tooth shredded tongue
        broken little girl
who would know
    who would know
        do you know
Get out of my head
Get out of my head
Get out of my head

I hate that I'm even considering it. I hate that I want this. I hate that I love this. I should really have just killed George.
WickedHope Oct 2015
I can't be any closer to you
You can't be further away
                    I just want time to freeze
                    I don't want anything but to stay
                                        Stay here
                                        With you
Look at me
While I pretend to be asleep
                    Resting on your shoulder
                    You holding my hand
                                        *Just stay
So terrified of living, but not yet willing to die.
WickedHope Oct 2015
i'm tired of crying
i'm tired of late nights
i'm tired of dying
of sirens and bright lights
Make me shut up.
Please.
K
WickedHope Dec 2015
K
Didn't expect to see you
Country Songs
****** Car
Your smile always feels like it's just for me
Hazel Eyes
Soft Hair
I wish we talked like we used to
Endless Laughter
Whispers Goodnight
Please don't leave me again
First Love
Last Thought
At least when I fall asleep you're still here
WickedHope Jan 2015
one for you
        two for me

        two for you
                four for me

                three for you
                          six for me

                          four for you
                                   eight for me

                                   five for you
                                           watch me bleed
WickedHope Mar 2015
I remember learning Augustana's Boston
Because you made my keys alive with it
As Luck ran about your legs
Luck died and we did too, in a way

I am the undead, and you are the ghost
In wisps you appear, in whispers you speak
You haunt in place of love

I prefer to devour hearts
I cry out for help, but no one can hear me
My lips are sown shut but they forgot my eyes

I've forgotten how to play Boston
So I guess that means you won't
                           Come home
WickedHope Dec 2014
what am i supposed to do

                 when the people
                 who picked me up

        taped me back together

        shattered and ripped me

walked away
   and never
     turned back

      ~           ~           ~

*cut open
i bleed water
rusty and brown
in myself*
i've started to drown
Put away your scissors, I'm not sure who of us will hurt me more, but I'd rather it be me.
- - -
I can't control anything.
WickedHope Feb 2015
Lipstick stains
The windowpane,
A burst of color
When you look out.

The glass does frost
As you feel lost;
Your lipstick stain
Is all that remains
Since you left me.

I'm waiting for you
To return, stay true;
Dear girl, who used to be me.
Past...Present.
WickedHope Sep 2014
Someone,
Kiss me,
And I'll try
Not to
Run away...
It's been too long since I last kissed someone.
WickedHope Aug 2014
names and words
called and thrown
like you know her at all
with your hate and scorn
think you can see right through
her 'shallow, fake persona'
she is worn
more than you could know
she has been damaged broken
yet continues to grow
she is more than that word
that name, that label
you smother her with in disgust
she is complex, an individual
you are nothing but dust
Girl, *****, Freak, Dork, Jesus-lover, *****, Idiot,
Worthless.
Woman, Independent, Unique, Quaint, Catholic, Honest, Inquisitive,
A Person.
WickedHope Oct 2014
A wind blows coolly
Twist and bend
A leaf comes lose
Drifts and floats
Carried by the breeze
Flies somewhere North
North and East
By the sea
Away from the tree
And towards a dream
WickedHope Sep 2014
pain
I missed you
as I slice into the empty interior
watching the wicked things pour out
I sit contemplative
wondering how I always find myself here
alone in the dark
with thoughts that are darker
I have so much to live for
so why is it I await my death so receptively
expectantly
there are days that I laugh
but now I can't remember what was funny
I know I've smiled before
but I can't remember how
so I just sit here
and leak my poison
all over the floor
WickedHope Nov 2014
Sometimes I wonder what love feels like...
I thought I knew
I thought I knew

I thought  I was in love with you
I thought  you felt it for me too
But now I know I'm not enough
*I'm *not enough to deserve love
I don't know what I'm doing anymore.
Sorry to anyone who wasted their time reading this.
WickedHope Dec 2014
Let me put my hands in your hair, and feel your mouth on mine.
Let me sigh with pleasure, when we've only just begun.
Let me take off your tie, unbutton your shirt.
Let me lick your skin, ache with so much want I hurt.
Let me slip off my dress, drop it to the floor.
Let me straddle you, craving, needing more.
Let me in your pants, to caress you with hungry delight.
Let me consume you, *******, only the start of the night.
Let me **** on you indulging, after you eat at me.
Let me bend and break at your very touch, all for you to see.
Let me be a toy, play with me, tease and tantalize.
Let me be yours, make me moan, make me scream- let us be vulgarized.
Just a thing... :"
Started as a little fantasy in the chem lab...
I feel awkwardly exposed...
- - -
So I wrote this a while ago... like mid October-ish...  please be kind, I never post my pieces that are like this, but I was tired of fueling my depression so I was trying to find something, ya know, not about death or dying or wanting to die or hating myself... So here is this weird little thing about me lusting after a guy in the chem lab. Consider this a late **** Sunday maybe? I probably will regret this. I'm so shy.
WickedHope Sep 2014
Let me be plastic
Let me be silent for you

I'll be your plaything
I just want someone to care

Let me pose for you
Let me be pictures on your phone

I'll be your plaything
I'll be your anything

Let me live for you
Let me bury myself

I'll be your plaything
I just want to be wanted

Let me wait up for you
Let me be your attendant, servant, slave

I'll be your plaything
I need your love, or lust

Let me be a joke
Let me be false, fake, whatever

I'll be your plaything
I can be your doll on a shelf

Let me be expendable
Let me be used for a while

I'll be your plaything
I can be temporary, I'm used to it
What do you want from me?
WickedHope Aug 2021
You wouldnt like me when I'm drunk
Or perhaps you'd like me too much

Push pins sting
As they slide into my skin
But after long enough
They go numb
Can hardly notice the blood anymore
Second
Third
Fourth skins are shed
Leaving a raw innocence in it's place
Uninhibited by restraints
Such as logic
Or forethought
Blinders on too tight
Choking out anything that would be
Scandalous in daylight
A deafening scream
That's part siren song
Vice grip fingers
Holding on for too long
The Devil's wife has come to dance
Please walk away
Or I promise we'll both hate me sober
You always wanted me to get drunk...
But then got angry when I went home with your friends
WickedHope Nov 2014
I want to be reckless

I want to wake *clueless
WickedHope Dec 2014
Out of place and rather uncertain
Lacking instructions, suggestions and a warning
Bouncing about like a toy ball
Uncomfortable with all my tics
I've always felt so quirkily and small

Lacking order and any sense of being,
Feeling out of place, unloved no ones ever hearing,
Broken and bruised from head to toe,
My scars shining bright against the pale white snow,
Just because I couldn't learn to walk straight,


Crooked toothed but grinning
I always feel like I'm sinning
Every time I'm early I feel late
Burnt to a crisp is the price of the flame
I'm just a solo player stuck in this game*

Maybe I'm the sinner and you're the saint,
Your halo is burning, getting lost in the flames,
Take my hand and join with me,
For we can end the heartache that seems to be,
Lets be awkward together,
There's no one better
I'm bold, he's italics.
(Posted under both our accounts.)
I loved doing this. :)
WickedHope Dec 2014
Freshman year:
honor roll, top 15%, on the right track (academically)

Senior year:
failing 3/8 classes, thrown out of the honor society, crying
I'm not going to get into college, am I?
WickedHope Jan 2015
let's play a game
where i call it love
and you call it something else

both of us losing while we win
you call it beauty
and i call it sin

we pretend always is the same as today
but 'us' and 'forever' go their separate ways
Me and you aren't an "us".
I hate that I wish we were.
WickedHope Nov 2014
You're thirteen, sorry fourteen this week
You think you know the world, have it figured out
You think you know yourself, without a doubt
Let me tell you some things I learned when I was about your age
I learned how to go from popular ***** to no good freak show
Nothing but an ipod every day at lunch, no friends, no food
I learned that I had addictions that I didn't know even existed
I learned how badly I wanted attention from his hands, his mouth
I learned what it like to be violated in the worse most degrading way
I learned how to get high
I learned that the intentional pain I'd always caused could be
A harnessed tool to cope by
I learned that if I stopped eating altogether no one cared
I learned what it was like to think you loved someone
I learned that I liked girls
I learned what girls could taste like, feel like -- what I could feel like
I learned that I didn't like girls
I learned what it's like to have people spread rumors about you
I learned what it's like to try to drown yourself then feel guilt
Guilt about your little brother who would have no idea why
You little *******, it wasn't long after that the violence between us started
You're big enough, strong enough to do damage on the family pet
I'm the family pet, you think you know but you don't
You've been calling me names for years
But you don't know how true they are
You think you love her -- you don't know love until you're nothing
When you're nothing and this skinny little kid everyone hates saves you
This annoying as hell kid who shows you that
The world isn't as dark as you thought it was
This kid who loves you not for ***, not for bragging rights, but because
He sees this skinny little bird who lost her feathers and her wings
And is waiting to die and he thinks she could be beautiful
She thought she knew who she was before but he helped her find it
Soon you'll be fifteen
When I was fifteen I couldn't find my skinny little kid, he'd changed
Not for the worse but away from me
I fell into old habits
And new ones
Deadly ones
I changed back into the addict, not eating, not sleeping, sniffing, watching, cutting, stabbing, nothing
I covered myself in laughter, hysterical and crazy
I became quiet
I fell apart more because of guys, complete ******* guys
Like you're turning out to be
Don't think you know everything, that you're an angel
Because I was ****** up at six because of what they did
You were ****** up at four because of him
Both were accidents, but as you can see in me from six to seven
To nine to eleven
To when I was your age, all that happened was
I got ruined because of the secrets
The ones no one can know
The ones that when crossing paths with the world **** you inside
You can't see that yet
You aren't aware that you're broken
Now you're **** well old enough to
Wake Up
I hate breathing.
Happy Birthday, ****.
WickedHope Sep 2014
Do you understand?
How crookedly broken I am?
I want you to hold my hand,
But I am so scarred now,
Afraid to be touched by a man.

Do you see?
My face flush when you're talking to me?
With you I want to be,
I long for you presence,
Being near you makes me so happy.

Do you feel it?
Deep in your heart, deep inside it's pit?
Thoughts of you and I can't sit,
I need to move, to pace.
... But you don't feel this.
My thoughts are as jumbled as my feelings and words.
Do you notice, when I talk around YOU, my nervous slurs?
WickedHope Sep 2014
You can do what you like,
but don't lie to me.
I hate a liar.

*I didn't sleep with her last night

I'm not embarrassed by you

I forgot

I didn't want to hurt you

I'm sorry

I want to be with you

I'll come back for you

I love you
Don't lie to me.
There's nothing I hate more.
WickedHope Sep 2014
When I read (y)our old messages,
I cry in disbelief.
How could you not mean
All that you said to me?


You said it meant nothing.
But I have the letters,
The presents, the promises
That disagree.
WickedHope Nov 2024
Liar liar
Call girl for hire
Whos faking now
I hope you're happy
I doubt you've noticed
But the culmination
Of the frustration
Of trying to talk to you
Finally came and went
Unlike those years ago
When the lust died
But it took a full decade
For the amity to fade
I was a fool
For years
Convinced that you
And I
Were friends
But you seldom were friendly
Just *****
Then a ****
And I guess now a *****
I thought that we had a bond
But it was so one sided
I thought if I was kind long enough
Patient and sweet enough
You'd come around
But waiting for someone
Who rejected me in every way
Except my body
It took 10 years
But I finally woke up
I'm sorry I thought we were friends
Turns out I knew nothing about you at all
WickedHope Nov 2014
you took
everything
i ever threw at you
in perfect stride
how was i
supposed to know
that it was
all
a lie
Rethinking old things.
Again.
WickedHope Oct 2014
You told me once never to trust you.
She told me how you've lied.
You even introduced yourself to me as a liar.
What the **** do I believe at this point?
Words are one thing for me to give you,
Though all of them truth,
But I'm terrified to give you anything more.
There is nothing I hate more than a liar.
Some lies can't be forgiven.
(From a few days ago.)
WickedHope Aug 2014
It's not okay.
It's not fair.
It's not deserved.
But as life goes on,
I hope you have
the strength and
the courage to
go with it.
Don't give up <3 I will always be here for you
WickedHope Sep 2014
I was doing so well,

Really.

Watching my butterfly fly and fade away...

Until the empty, lonely urge couldn't be helped,

And I watched my butterfly die...
Rhymes With Purple, it was yours.
WickedHope Nov 2014
Same tunes, my whole life
Welcome home, it's Sunday night
WickedHope Oct 2014
There goes my heart
Ripped out by the breeze
And carried off
For miles by the wind
WickedHope Sep 2014
I       f       a       w       I       t       a       y
          a       p       h                h      b      o
            l        a       e                 i       o      u
              l        r        n                n      u
                         t                            k      t
WickedHope Sep 2014
If you love me,
Fight for me.

Don't passively consent
To each endless torrent.

Rather than let me walk away,
If you want me to, ask me to stay.

For I've worn my heart on my sleeve,
Now I feel it's time for me to leave.
(I just love couplets.)
I don't see us ever going anywhere,
if you proceed to act like you don't care.
So why should I stick around?
WickedHope Feb 2015
The hands that hurt me,
Also fail me.

My hands.
I feel trapped. I hate this. Why does this always happen to me?
WickedHope Mar 2016
let's just say that i'm drunk enough to sober you
George.
WickedHope Jan 2015
I love my hands, I don't really know why, but other than my eyes they're the only part of my body I'm mostly okay with

Sunrise on the beach is my favorite everyday natural phenomenon

I can't stand public displays of (physical) affection, but I'm crazy affectionate

If I didn't belong to a conservative family I would look a lot different in appearance

I drink my coffee black but I prefer tea with milk and sugar

I'm bad at talking about myself, so I suppose this is done
Idk.
WickedHope Mar 2016
nothing feels
more alone
than being
awake
amongst
the sleeping
...
WickedHope Dec 2014
It warms my heart when he tries to give me new bruises...

... I wonder if the world can see it's me that he abuses.
This has been on my phone forever.
WickedHope Nov 2014
Long sleeves

Long pants

Don't look at my skin

All marked up again

Some from me
And some from him

Just let it fade

While I fake 'okay'
WickedHope Dec 2014
I used to be able to look at you and you'd know
You used to beg me to stop
You used to make me stop
You were the only one

But I just looked at you and you looked right back
You looked at me like I was a crazy person

At least you finally figured it out, I guess
Darling KB... I'm so gone.
WickedHope Sep 2014
I miss our Fridays.
They were the one time I didn't have to share you.
You said all the right things,
Did all the right things.
Why did it have to be fake, **** it?
You made it seem like you were trying,
Trying is something people don't do for me.
I'm not a girl people miss,
Guys ask to be with,
No one ever needs to see me,
Not someone who gets asked questions,
Has someone kiss her scars.
You tried.
You made it **** well seem like you tried.
You asked to see me,
You asked me questions,
You made me think you'd kiss my scars,
But I guess you forgot to miss me.
WickedHope Feb 2016
Oh, you have... scars?*
Your words are drenched in disgust.
But don't let what you see deceive you,
you can't guess the stories I don't tell.
And you can't know if you don't ask.

You should know better than that by now;
my scars are not what you'd expect.
And neither am I.
For someone who thinks seeing me without clothes means seeing me naked and bare.
WickedHope Jan 2015
Navy blue sweater
Five buttons up
Reaches my thighs

Brush the sleeves
Graze my hand
I gasp and sigh

But you turn away
*I wish you'd stay
Will you stay?
- - -
This is an old piece. Ehhh.... it's bad.
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