You won't care until I'm dying

I have a hole in the crook of my arm where they drained me of my blood
They're wondering just what exactly is wrong with me

This may sound morbid
But I know that unless I'm dying
                             You won't care

So my body is killing itself
Because it's just as tired as I am of you not caring.

I know
I keep saying it
Over and over
That this
Is it
Tonight
Is the night
And then
I find out
I'm not strong enough.

But hopefully
Tonight will be
The night
And I won't
Have to see
Your face tomorrow
Or
Ever again

And I won't
Have to fake
That terrible smile
That fades
Into tears
Every
*******
Night

Because I can't
Take any of this
Anymore

I've lost myself
I'm a mess
And I will never
Be able
To untangle
The poisonous weeds
Wrapped around my
Heart
And my weak
Soul.

-e.w.

The devil does not come
draped in a red cape, or
flaunting pointy horns.
He comes as everything
you've always wished for.

Twisted satisfaction,
unfulfilled promises,
he leaves you wanting more.
Constantly searching,
endlessly seeking.

E m p t i n e s s .

Your lips speak of death
while your soul asks to be rescued
from the torment
of seeing everyone else breathing
while the rising waters hinders you from reaching.

You ask the world,
and they do not listen.
You ask God,
and you find outstretched hands.

*—S.C., February 5, 2014 (latest edit: March 13, 2014)

We are
still
young.
Do not forget that.

i tried to fix you, my darling
by pouring my love in to your crevices and cracks
but by the time you recovered and departed
there was no love for me left

You helped me dump the body in Lake Michigan
We kicked apart ice glued to the wooden boards on the pier
Before unpacking sandwiches in cellophane and styrofoam wrapped cigarettes
And the ***** bloodstained tarp in my trunk
Bitten by moths and stained with the smell of regret and rot
You grabbed the head and I grabbed the legs
We balanced out picnic on the stomach
Walking carefully down the small wooden road into the water
One two and three we threw the body into the lake
It floated but we made sure to stuff it with rocks the size of your fist
With gold and gray gravel in the small spaces in the mouth where the other rocks were too big to fit
The body sank and we ate our sandwiches under the street lamps where we sang songs and kissed the surface of the lake with our toes
You helped me dump that body
And we haven't mentioned it since
You helped me dump that body
And we haven't gone back to the lake since
You helped me dump that body
And it took a few months
To realize you threw mine in the lake too