Hello Poetry
Submit your work and get some sparkles! Create free account
*i dream of the end of the world the only place i find solitude time for myself is when i am getting a tattoo and bleeding myself dry with ink in my veins my life is cracking at the edges and crumpling at the core and i am not so sure who i am while sit in solitude in my basement and drink myself sober while i put out a cigarette on my arm because the smoke in my lungs isnt killing me fast enough while my friends do nothing but make sure i go comfortably to an early grave while i remember the backrub you gave me and how you laid in his arms while i eat a bag of beef jerky even though im a vegetarian and the taste of blood in my mouth makes me sick to my stomach yet i keep eating because something had to die while i try to write this suicide note with all the eloquence of a poem and cry for help in the smallest voice all the while knowing that i will just ***** our in the end and end up with one more scar of many that are there or not but they all ghost on my soul shame i dream of the end of the world*
0
Jan 5, 2013
Jan 5, 2013 at 11:33 PM UTC
a true story
*i dream of the end of the world the only place i find solitude time for myself is when i am getting a tattoo and bleeding myself dry with ink in my veins my life is cracking at the edges and crumpling at the core and i am not so sure who i am while sit in solitude in my basement and drink myself sober while i put out a cigarette on my arm because the smoke in my lungs isnt killing me fast enough while my friends do nothing but make sure i go comfortably to an early grave while i remember the backrub you gave me and how you laid in his arms while i eat a bag of beef jerky even though im a vegetarian and the taste of blood in my mouth makes me sick to my stomach yet i keep eating because something had to die while i try to write this suicide note with all the eloquence of a poem and cry for help in the smallest voice all the while knowing that i will just ***** our in the end and end up with one more scar of many that are there or not but they all ghost on my soul shame i dream of the end of the world*
i've been a vegetarian for a year and a half now and went out tonight and bought and ate a bag of beef jerky because i believe that doing something this hateful is the only thing preventing me from killing myself in its own ****** up way. i need help. but i cannot ask. i am not a super hero, just a dead man walking.
ben-2
Written by
American
Jan 5, 2013
Jan 5, 2013 at 11:33 PM UTC
Request permission to use this poem