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David Walker Mar 2013
I feel bad for you
I can see it in your language
I can feel you in my veins
I can smell it in the air
My hatred and envy
In my eyes
In my heart
Why must tears flow faster than blood?
Dizzy now
Drunk on depression
David Walker Mar 2013
I am a ****** for ***
I will snort coke off your ***
I will lick the inside of your ******
I will slap and bite your ****
I will scrape your throat with my *****
I will choke you until you scream and gasp for air
I will make you hurt.
David Walker Mar 2013
Numb,
Aching pain.
I'm sad again.
Will I get better?
Can I hide this *****
Shame from you people any longer?
Watch me bleed out from my eyes
And my veins. Blurring the lines between logic
And insanity. Rapacious appetite for drugs and women not
Sated. Maybe I can be like the rest of this
Town and blow out a vein or two. Maybe like others
In this town I have to have them while they are young.
Maybe I should be alone in a darkened room listening to Elliott Smith
Cutting myself, jerking off with my blood to emo girl ****, crying deeply. Numb
To your feelings and concern while you quietly overlook the insanity unfolding before you now.
David Walker Mar 2013
I go through these phases
I don't want to leave the house
I want to drink my pain away
I want to beat the people responsible
Mercilessly
I want to cry rivers of tears
I want to die in a pool of blood
I want to kiss her one last time
I want to hurt myself
Eternally
Oh, can't you see what you've
Done to me
A wreck of a man
Doctors don't even understand
What's wrong with me
Beat myself to death
Beat myself to death
Beat myself
Beat myself
Beat
David Walker Mar 2013
Do you know?
Do you know?
Do you know?
Know
Know
I'm insane?
Hit and run
Hit and run
Hit and run
Run
Run
Over your brain.
Oh
Do you think
Things can change?
I don't wanna like
You and your ****
Look a like a *****
Make me bleed
I don't stop to care
I won't start to lead
If you wanna start
It won't even be
The same
The same
The same
The same!
David Walker Mar 2013
Was I not good enough?
Was I not likable?
Was I too sensitive?
Was I too good at what I did for you?
Was I your hero?
Was I a villain?
Will I come back?
Will I leave for good?
Will you learn from your mistake?
Will you deny our love for something you can never have?
Quoting a song written by Kurt Cobain, what you have done to me has "beat me outta me."
I sit here in a confined space surrounded by lunatics as I write this.
You were my angel.
You were my captain.
Now you're just...
Written in a mental institution March 12th, 2013 at 9:45 in the morning.
For Jackie.
David Walker Jan 2013
I see you
wandering aimlessly
through the ashes of what remains.
That cold feeling we share
keeps us in sync.
The hazy sight
of a future with you
keeps me in good spirit
with tears in the way.
The present is bleak
and I stop to think
of a way to sew up my heart.
To you I say
"Miss Jackie, please
come back and stay."
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