Sep 2014
It's been ages since I have touched these walls, no,
broken them with my fingers and the sole reason as to why this happens.
True, indeed that in the night the door opens, creativity floods in like when you promised Noah you'd flood them in.
Guess this one came without a warning; hit me like a tidal wave
Like those punches I tried so hard to dock away from
Insecurity has sneaked itself into my skin and is forming its own image the mirror can't see and I think I'm the devil.
I am depression personified. HA!
GOD!!!! You said you could save me! Look at the clay you've worked so hard to create. she's wasting away like dust on these walls you put her in. Called it a home, it was a home for crying. And breaking things with my head in hopes of regaining my sanity.
I don't think I've ever left hell when the fires crackling were like singing my name, inviting me in.
If only salvation was real, they said I know of a person, a
God that died and poured his blood on the cross and wore a thorn crown.
Guess what God! We're matching!
In the way that the blood is dripping off of these self-inflected wounds that cut deeper than the thorns on your scalp.
They bruise me like the way you turned away from my screams that one night when I was begging you....begging you to save me.
BLASPHEMY!!! God never did save me! If he did,
why am I still here? I looked at the skies day and night wishing a hand would break through the impenetrable clouds that seem far too grey at 8 am, and I assumed the worst. That when he died
he never thought of me. All these situations in my hands
knocking on every door i ever go through in, IN the darkness went and swept me off my feet. dark knights were always so
alluring yet I still yearned for the burning sensation throughout my whole body like when the sun greeted me.
WHERE IS THE ******* DIVINE TRINITY! There are three of them and yet they all left me. Not a single glance my way but a whirlwind of regret under my feet, wasting my time as if it was sand at the beach and they were never-ending.
I thought your God saves. I've popped them pills to try and help me have a saner mind and still no answer! When is this going to end?
You know it's real when I can't even glamorize my words to make this seem inviting!
This is not a poem but a warning: this God they speak of, He is not real.
broken them with my fingers and the sole reason as to why this happens.
True, indeed that in the night the door opens, creativity floods in like when you promised Noah you'd flood them in.
Guess this one came without a warning; hit me like a tidal wave
Like those punches I tried so hard to dock away from
Insecurity has sneaked itself into my skin and is forming its own image the mirror can't see and I think I'm the devil.
I am depression personified. HA!
GOD!!!! You said you could save me! Look at the clay you've worked so hard to create. she's wasting away like dust on these walls you put her in. Called it a home, it was a home for crying. And breaking things with my head in hopes of regaining my sanity.
I don't think I've ever left hell when the fires crackling were like singing my name, inviting me in.
If only salvation was real, they said I know of a person, a
God that died and poured his blood on the cross and wore a thorn crown.
Guess what God! We're matching!
In the way that the blood is dripping off of these self-inflected wounds that cut deeper than the thorns on your scalp.
They bruise me like the way you turned away from my screams that one night when I was begging you....begging you to save me.
BLASPHEMY!!! God never did save me! If he did,
why am I still here? I looked at the skies day and night wishing a hand would break through the impenetrable clouds that seem far too grey at 8 am, and I assumed the worst. That when he died
he never thought of me. All these situations in my hands
knocking on every door i ever go through in, IN the darkness went and swept me off my feet. dark knights were always so
alluring yet I still yearned for the burning sensation throughout my whole body like when the sun greeted me.
WHERE IS THE ******* DIVINE TRINITY! There are three of them and yet they all left me. Not a single glance my way but a whirlwind of regret under my feet, wasting my time as if it was sand at the beach and they were never-ending.
I thought your God saves. I've popped them pills to try and help me have a saner mind and still no answer! When is this going to end?
You know it's real when I can't even glamorize my words to make this seem inviting!
This is not a poem but a warning: this God they speak of, He is not real.
