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Paul Donnell May 2014
My head is full of ****
And my heart is ******* Ill
Your bruisin me your cuttin me your love it ******* kills.
My mind is running fantasies
My hands, a nervous twitch
I try and stay away from you but i cant you ******* *****
It aint right to be so sad
It aint right to be so mad
But if you just dropped dead tonight well Id be ******* glad
And I know that i cant have you
But my chest it ******* heaves
Cause whenever your around me its the way you ******* tease
And if for just one day
That i could hold your hand
Well I just wouldn't care that your boyfriend wants me dead

Just stop teasing me and leading me on and every day im just mopin round im crying i just want my ******* way. Now i know im unappealing and i know i aint too bright but if you would just come to me and cure me of this blight well I'd treat you really well and I'd save you from your hell, but i know that it wont happen so i hope that you can tell that i want you ******* dead and i wish that you were gone cause my love you hurts so bad that im just ganna crawl in a hole and die
Sorry.
Paul Donnell May 2014
As the sun rises so does my mood, the golden light exercising my shadow from my being and casting it across landscapes. I stare into the blinding gold and bask in the solar radiation. It warms my skin and my heart, for the sunlight shows a world worth compassionate thoughts and love. Clouds wax and wane, glowing with shades of pinks oranges and blues. Lovers and the Loveless wake in unison. Lovers share the new dawn with morning rituals and the loveless become hopeful once again...
At least for a moment.
Paul Donnell May 2014
Such a mess               Deep breaths
Im depressed             Dont regress
I cant speak               Dont be meek
It all looks bleak         You're not that weak
Yes I am                     Dont listen to them
I am what I am          No, your a very strong man.
Leave me alone         Fine, I'm going home.
  


           Wait.

                          




                                                                                      **** it..
Paul Donnell May 2014
I have to say,
**** this and **** that,
Everyones a ******* rat.
******* and **** them
I dont need my ******* friends.
**** your love and **** your boyfriend
I hope you two come to a tragic ******* end.
**** myself and **** my feelings
Ill make it numb and get higher than the ******* ceiling.
**** being strong 'cause i know I'm ******* weak
everything thats wrong with me its 'cause im ******* meek.
**** this life and **** the ******* world.
I'm screaming out obscenities that would make you ******* hurl.
I'm tired of this ******* anger
I'm tried of this fight.
Maybe tonights the night ill end it,
Ill say "**** it" and take the ******* knife.

And I'll bleed and bleed and ******* bleed till im lifeless on the floor and i'll scream and ******* scream till i cant say **** anymore.
Paul Donnell May 2014
Oozing, creeping; vile mess,
Rises from my sinking chest,
And I am not the man I seem to be.

The mask I've donned upon me,
Now lies twitching on the floor,
And there you are knocking at my door.

Truth behind my empty eyes,
Cuts out your tongue as I cry,
Please save me, I can not bear this pain.

Yes,
I see it in your granite gaze,
You can not bear to see this pain,
My hollow hopes drop on the floor,
As you cower back towards the door.

Have you condemned me now?

Alone at home my heavy bones,
Splinter as I touch the phone.
The dial tone mocks my lonesome need for,

Communication.
Paul Donnell May 2014
If I scattered the midnight sky
Setting stars and Heaven aflame,
Could you see it in me again?
What you saw when I was a curious case,
filled with mystery and a romanticized depression.
Paul Donnell May 2014
I'm on the verge of mental breakdown.
Can't you see it right behind my eyes.
And I can gaze into the silence
And bring back your muffled cries.
And I can hear the Darkness speaking
It says your fake and full of lies.
I'll bash my face into the pavement,
So I might keep my seldom highs.

The Smile i wear is lying.
This toothy grin will gnash your throat.
My cerebral core is crashing,
And I'm hungry for your hope.
I can Taste the sound of hatred,
And I adore the way it smells.
And the smell and taste of sanity,
Just doesn't suit me very well.

So it'll be One last execution,
A muscle twitch, a trigger click

Polished lead rips through my crazy.
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