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Self-Harm
Self-Hate
Mis-Used
Mis-Placed

My faith is running thin,
My world is turned upside down,
Always committing a sin,
The demons are forever bound

Self-Harm
Self-Hate
Mis-Used
Mis-Placed

The constant thought of purging,
The teasing of a knife,
The thought is always urging,
To end this helpless life
Self-Harm

Self-Hate
Mis-Used
Mis-Placed

The breaking of a single heart,
The pain whipping through my head,
Just when you think you’ll shatter apart,
The pain begins to numb instead

Self-Harm
Self-Hate
Mis-Used
Mis-Placed

My soul is now hollow,
I can no longer feel pain,
Take another pill to swallow,
In order to stay sane

Self-Harm
Self-Hate
Mis-Used
Mis-Placed

Living for tomorrow,
Yet stuck in the past,
Wallowing in my sorrow,
My life is fading fast

Self-Harm
Self-Hate
Mis-Used
Mis-Placed
After Sunday you stink of hypocrisy
Please don't waste your breath preaching to me
To me it's one big joke
as you line up for the punch line
Wearing your see through clothes
and flaunting your plastered eyes
Keep funding your guilt
as I kick back and criticize
Pockets full of change
I wound not spare a dime
i guess they could call it
a 'solar eclipse'
when we crossed paths
and i blocked your world

you were brighter than me
with your endless glow
fiercer with your fire

i was just cold and gray
with my pale light
reflecting your luminosity

legend has it
that this phenomenon
was considered unlucky
and i was your thorn
among your rose-filled life

i reckon
you were getting tired
as i stood in your way
and bothered you endlessly

and just like any ordinary
'solar eclipse'
this would all have to end
and it eventually did
She gripped the bat in both hands
Her knuckles turning white
He would not beat her once again
She’d end it all tonight

A beer in his hand and the fight on screen
He lounged on the sofa
Unexpecting of what was coming
She’d strike like a cobra

Hey *****, get me a drink
He called from his throne
She held back a scream
And inside was born a cyclone

He glanced her way and smirked
What the hell do you think you’re doing
Her blood roared with the urge to ****
And the storm inside kept brewing

I’m done with this, she said
And she barely recognized her voice
Gone was the timid creature
Who'd stuck around by choice

He rose from his seat
And towered above her frame
You’re not going anywhere--
Except to an early grave

He stepped forward and she broke
The rage pouring out
She swung the bat with all her might
And made contact, no doubt

He screamed for her to stop
But still she kept on swinging
She’d make him feel the way she did
In every single beating

When finally her strength gave way
She let the weapon slip
Below her was a ****** mess
And she kicked him in the hip

I’m going now, she said
To no one in particular
She grabbed her bag and snagged a beer
And left him as her signature
the little girl just could not sleep
because her thoughts were far too deep
her mind had left her; gone out for a stroll
and fallen down the rabbit hole

this life will never be a wonderland
nothing goes just like it's planned
all the creatures are gathering round
as her broken body tumbles down

but darling, you're too late, I fear
your sanity has already left, my dear
maybe you're too big, or maybe you're too small
but you'll never get to wonderland at all

you're mad as a hatter, and far too late
you'll soon see, but you'll have to wait
this will soon all be a memory,
left only as a darkening dream...

(the girl wakes up to the smiling light of the crescent moon. but the nightmares don't end.)
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