Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
 
Is it alright if I don't wake
Having never fallen asleep.

It's okay that my wrists ache
And suddenly, I need to bleed.

This cage of mine is of outward beauty
But traps my every dream.

I find no joy in this life of mine.
I can no longer try.
And once again, all was nothing.
Nothing mattered, nothing was important.
And she was alone again.
And had finally decided that.
That mysteries of mysteries.
To ask death to come.
And everything is alright now, isn't it?
You're feeling better now, aren't you?
The doctors work, dont they?
You're happy now, yes?
Nothing is wrong now.
It's all better now.
Isn't it?
The answer: no.
When I fall
I pull people down with me

When I break
The shards cut the people around me

When I get lost
I bring people into my labyrinth of life with me

I'm not stuck up
because im no longer speaking

I just dont want to make you feel that hurt I am feeling
because that is what happens
when people become friends with me
  Aug 2014 imaginationcollaborator
Riot
what if she tipped over
would you still say you loved her
what if every time you looked her in the eye she cried
if you saw the real her with the scars on her thighs
would it make a difference if you tried
to look her in the eyes?
Snow white.
The headless rabbit running
Through my childhood nostalgic nightmares.
I remember you.

Jimmy.
My second father.
My only father.
I remember you.

Fiona.
An object.
I know not who you are.
I do not want to remember you.
Out of body, out of touch
If I feel at all, then I feel too much
This poem is as shallow as my grave

But I'm still digging

If I want a God then I'll misbehave
If I want to be sad then I'll entertain
Just because I'm found
doesn't mean I'm around
Just because I'm growing up
Doesn't mean I can't be down

I'm sorry, mom and dad,
but if I want to be happy then I'll have to be sad
I'll write until my fingers bleed
Until my words are the blood that the readers need
Next page