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Samm Marie Jul 2016
Although it is something of nightmares
We'll risk it all
Samm Marie Jul 2016
Welcome to my humble abode
Where dreams are dreamed
And lies are told
Welcome into the deepest parts
Where secrets are kept
And scars are dark
There's no excuse
For the misconduct here
But you're the one who entered
If you don't think
Pain exists near
You're dumber than I thought
Because I've welcomed you
Into my mind
Get ready for a hellish ride
With plenty of ups
In some different areas
But lots of downs
With lots of thinking
Please respect the location
And pick up after yourself
I don't need another mess
To clean
Samm Marie Jul 2016
A heart is not just and object
It's an often mistreated muscle
That works too hard
And is generally too unprotected
There's this phrase
"No glove, no love"
It's a reference to safe ***
But what about safe
Genuine love?
There is no ******
For an unprotected heart
Ergo
An unprotected heart
Has unsafe love
But we've got to be willing
To try
Samm Marie Jul 2016
Maybe because I've always been
*******--
Or unscrewed, I suppose--
In the mental department
Maybe because I know he's a friend
He's just as scared of the world as me
He's not some evil figure
Lurking about at night
Intentionally trying to terrify
He's a man all the same
I don't care what his appearance is
He just tries to hide
Seeking refuge and comfort
Trying to hide his lugubrious mind
He just wants a friend that understands
So he lays under the bed
Or sits in the closet
He doesn't even say a thing
Except "Boo-hoo"
When he hears your life story spoken aloud
By your conscious lips
Or subconscious dream clouds
But what most people don't hear
Is the important half
"Hoo"
They hear boo
And awake and scream
Trying to climb into bed with parents
But Mr. Boogeyman hasn't visited
In a long while
And I'm starting to miss him
Maybe he'll come back tonight
But I'm not afraid of the Boogeyman
Because I've met much worse
  Jul 2016 Samm Marie
Eleanor B
Dearest dear,
if you'll look closely enough, you will understand that last night was a comedy,

But...

very word, every thought, and every emotion come back to one core problem:life is meaningless.

But...

I begin to hear voices again, and I can't  seem to concentrate.

But...

Relax-it won't hurt.

But...

Loving you is really hard!

But..

Hey mom, I'm sorry if my blood stained your favorite carpet.

But..

I'm hanging out in the garage. Literally!

But.

P.S I'm really sorry
Almost all lines are taken from real suicide notes.
Samm Marie Jul 2016
I owe a penny
I hope I never owe more
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