Please fill me with love before I flatline
Filtered and withered,
I sigh
Masks are a cancer flooding my blood stream
Staining my skin
Leaving me philosophizing
Over why I'm still living
It feels like I have to end me
Because nothing will mend me
I tried to speak, but the ambivalence outstretched to my throat before it could connect
The message to your screen
Drifting from myself
Forlorn shreds
I won't scream
I only know how to suppress
I've been submerged into thoughts of depression
Due to all I have been neglecting
This is the pain express
Toot my horn and come aboard
If you have the qualifications your reward granted
Is beyond explored
You'll wield power beyond any galaxies in space
Knowing what exist and how to get to what is sick
In order to remedy it
I stopped carrying life the second you dropped that glass
Emptied out
The vacancy poisoned my plasma to vast degrees
Attempting to finally earn a little more than lack of words from the past
The bruises are firm but the alert fluctuates in my brain
While I wait
To find a cure for what I hate
Oscillating between extremes
I'm not sure who I want to be in this story.
Jul 28, 2019
Jul 28, 2019 at 12:32 AM UTC
Please fill me with love before I flatline
Filtered and withered,
I sigh
Masks are a cancer flooding my blood stream
Staining my skin
Leaving me philosophizing
Over why I'm still living
It feels like I have to end me
Because nothing will mend me
I tried to speak, but the ambivalence outstretched to my throat before it could connect
The message to your screen
Drifting from myself
Forlorn shreds
I won't scream
I only know how to suppress
I've been submerged into thoughts of depression
Due to all I have been neglecting
This is the pain express
Toot my horn and come aboard
If you have the qualifications your reward granted
Is beyond explored
You'll wield power beyond any galaxies in space
Knowing what exist and how to get to what is sick
In order to remedy it
I stopped carrying life the second you dropped that glass
Emptied out
The vacancy poisoned my plasma to vast degrees
Attempting to finally earn a little more than lack of words from the past
The bruises are firm but the alert fluctuates in my brain
While I wait
To find a cure for what I hate
Oscillating between extremes
I'm not sure who I want to be in this story.
I wanted to give up writing, but the things I create seem to be the only constant I control. Seems like everyone in my life is painting me as the bad guy. I'm not.