My head is clouded
Im faded
No use in trying to escape it
All the while, trying to erase it

I'm here
Alone, but listening

I need everything you have to give,
But I realize now that's an unrealistic request

I'm still chasing it

Escape it, and erase it

There's no point is wasting anymore time desiring the undesirable

The heat and oxygen course through your lungs like a temporary flame

One sweet dull second of numbness

All they can see is an empty vessel; an unstained body, with from the looks of it, not a care in the world

But they are simply decomposing from the inside out

No doubt, they will be a platform of overt despair by the end of the night

The sight will give a writer something to write about, an empath something to cry about, and a lover something to worry about

Destruction is infused in every cell of their body

When it comes down to choice, there is not one

It feels to them as if the days inevitably, and relentlessly, cease to end in the immense amount of pain instilled in every ounce of their being

Dreading tomorrow as if it's a terminal sickness

Once you have lost hope, it seems there is no fire left to burn

The time that they have left in the world will be filled with cheap cigarettes, Irish car bombs, and lifeless friends

Closely comparable to a dying tree; close to expired, and still so beautiful

Tick tock

The man is gone

Tick tock

Did he run?

Tick tock

He made a mistake

Tick tock

Time has been stopped

When you look at me you call me beauty,
When I hear the words, beautiful, hot, ****, dayum girl you lookin fine!
I roll my eyes like bowling ***** down the alley rolling, rolling,
Boom go the pins of thanks, thank yous and you are too kind,
Like a snake I smile and hiss and slither along and all you see is the skin I shed,
When all I wish to do when such words are used to convey and display how I portray my outer skin,
Is to scream I am NOT capital N-O-T beautiful or any  ******* such **** for it has been tattooed on my skin in deep purple mirror cracks and stained silver that I am N-O-T,
So please excuse me if I do not thank you the next time you label me these graceful words of which I am not.
An anonymous girl ©

I have deluded self delusions when the tick goes tock at 4'oclock,
Demons scream from the pinkish grey spongy filled with tar cells of my lungs,
The woods I wander in wondering why there I cannot breathe and you do not heed,
The warnings I whisper through your phone in a melodramatic uncondescending tone,
Met with Mrs. Plath in a black cabin to pour blood from poetic scars whilst drinking from whiskey bottles of poisonous stardust derived from a sandy beach named lost and found insecurities,
At ease my disregarded beauty ever so defined by fiction,
**** its now half past 4'oclock and all I wish to do is pollute the air with dusty ill impaired screams,
I want to scream,
I want to scream,
My blankets envelop me drowning out my ink tears as they drip drip drop stop,
Stop looking at me that way,
Stop talking to me that way,
Oh god don't hate me for my coagulated words!
Trapping myself in-between a sandwich of a multitude of feelings ghastly emotions,
Smiling depression shaking hands with bitter caramel anxiety,
Pirouetting on a trampoline of repetition,
**** it is now 5'oclock I must shut my eyes and dream of when another tick goes tock at 4'oclock.
An anonymous girl ©