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The flowers here are ethereal, like you and me.

i know who i am but
no one seems to agree

help me find the
self respect and dignity to
walk away from that which
kills me

here are more words
more words than you'll
ever deserve

you make me wanna forfeit

HERE IS TO NEVER ******* GOING BACK

my bed has broken
from all the weight
on my shoulders

the sky is crying
yet no one has stopped to ask
"do you need help?"

live stream of your consciousness
at the click of a button
look at what the times have done to you, man
i am unsure of why i

have this burning desire

to let myself implode

to get completely inebriated and

take my clothes off

i am a hypocrite

and a little bit of a ****.

you have all you need,

a loving family,

a paying job

good looks, good mind

playing with a drug called

perfection

its like this high

you get a taste of

once or twice

and then you are always

reaching, reaching

to meet that sweet sufficiency again

you’ll never touch it.

but we are all stellar

down to the empty spaces

that make us whole

just not quite healthy

no, i am ill

fall in love with the moon light and

writhe the night away

when i was younger i

used to think i could control the wind

but now i know

i am the wind
you rattle my cage
and your heart has slipped
out of my grasp.

it's just a phase,
we kissed, but
it wouldn't last.

my existence is futile
with scars and
rotting stomach lining.
degeneration

i wear the finest threads
made of skin and bones
they came from the stars.
i don't remember what they told me
that night my heart stopped beating

watch the sun rise,
let us live again.
relentlessly loving you,
get out of my mind.
love is dead to me

i had a thousand words to say
but they have melted away
now
i held the blade
tighter than your hand
throw me to the waves,
bury me in the sand.

— The End —