Nobody cried. Nobody cared.
A couple of eyes were in despair.
And on the tombstone, it was inscribed:
"Committed social suicide".
Sometimes it seems like my heart is rotten,
it can't feel anything but the pain,
and I can't touch it, 'cause wounds are open...
I am my calm and my hurricane.
Sometimes I think I've concurred the monster.
But then, again, the image starts clouding.
They say the human body is 60% water...
Well, that explains why it feels like I'm drowning.
I deeply apologize for the amount of I-s and my-s put into this poem.
I hope you are happy, I really do.
I've done stupid things and you called me a fool.
But it's been 5 years later
and I know I improved.
I am really grateful for not giving me a chance
'cause it could have ruined my life (if this even makes sense).
Thanks for showing me how cruel the world is.
Thanks for pushing me into this abyss.
I was a million times dead, yet again I'm alive,
and I somehow survived with a back full of knives.
I wish you to reach everything you want to,
and I hope that karma has mercy on you.
I think it's crucial to say 'thank you' to all the ****** people in our life. I mean, for real! I wouldn't be able to become such a strong person and overcome the struggles of life unless I met them;)
P.S I don't really like this poem but, you know, whatever🤷♀️
I like the poison that I drink.
I'm guilty of a million lines.
It ain't my fault my blood is ink
and I was cut too many times...
“There is nothing to writing. All you do is sit down at a typewriter and bleed.”
- Ernest Hemingway
She was so cold and hard to talk to,
that's why I couldn't fall asleep.
I never thought I'd feel so blue, but
she left me weeping in my sheets.
Well, no regrets, except for one:
I can't escape this madness.
So I will always keep in heart
this girl, whose name was Sadness...
A girl whose name was Sadness -- is a metaphor for depression
and her dress is crimson red,
beautilicious - head to toes.
She's the most iconic mess:
livin' high without stress.
You might assume she's a piece of art,
but darling, she has no heart...
Maybe I like putting things on fire.
Maybe that's the way I am.
Maybe I've always been a liar
saying I don't give a ****.
Maybe your eyes are my torment,
maybe I can't commit.
Maybe my mind is a storm, and
maybe it can't be fixed...