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SofiStreet Jan 2015
Even if I believed in the first place
I'd believe even less
How could 'He'
As you call him
Rip my heart out of my chest

Nah, just kidding
I've never had a love
I've never had a weakness in the form of a person
And I'll never believe in a god above

Guess I'll never have a lot of things
Guess I'm missing out
I'm scared my life is gonna go by
And I'll have nothing to tell my grandchildren about

But hey
Isn't that how all of us kids are living
Locked in our rooms
Leaving only to visit the kitchen

To make myself a meal
Even when I should just as well starve myself
Because the way I'm wasting my life is kinda surreal
But lately, I've really felt:

"Hey, I need some motivation
I wish I could quit school
Hey, I'm in a state of deterioration
But it kind of ******* rules"

I guess tomorrow I'll start a healthy diet
And finish my homework on time
And exercise the way I used to
And go out with my friends all the time

Even as I write this I'm laughing
At my own thoughts
Cause "tomorrow" is my dreamland
And dreaming is my weak spot ;)
Basically my everyday thoughts
  Jan 2015 SofiStreet
ryn
How are you?
I'm alright I guess...

Where do we begin?
Maybe at the start of this mess.

Are you uncomfortable?
I can't say that I'm not.

Is it your past?
Well it's all I've got.

Do you still get nightmares?
Well I used to...

Will you let them show?
Depends on you...

What do you hope to accomplish?
I don't know... Peace of mind?

Would you have done things differently?
Everyone wants the chance to push "rewind".

Care to elaborate?
Let's just say I would've liked to be braver.

What do you mean?
I should've stood up to my father...

Did he abuse your trust?
He did more than just that...

Rob you of your freedom?
Let's see... His belt, cigarettes and also boiling water out of a vat.

Do you wish him ill?
I wished him dead.

"Wished"?
Yeah...in his bed.

Why "wished"?
Because I wanted that then...

For how long?
Since I was ten.

What about now?
(
Maniacal smile) I am now... At peace.

"At peace"?
I have found release.

You have?
Yes... I couldn't resist the urge.

Urge to do what?
To comply with the voice... "
Freedom...lies in the purge..."

You left your father?
Yes but not before...

Go on...*
Not before I slit his throat with a smile on my face as I shut the door...
Inspired a programme I watched on the crime channel.
SofiStreet Jun 2013
Hey, you!
Over there!
Struggling under the weight
of a hundred lives

Would you open up your heart
and let me take a look inside?
SofiStreet Jun 2013
Lyric* and Beat
held hands
and together they were
Poem

Poem and Note
held hands
and together they were
Song

Song and Feeling
held hands
and together they were
*Music
SofiStreet Jun 2013
Upon the hill he sat
on his ***** worn-down mat
Until he heard a pat-pat-pat
what was that?

His body, thin and old
Framed against the rain so cold
His wide eyes he rolled
Towards the gates of gold

No longer did the rain
Wash away at his mangled mane
He tossed aside his shame
And boarded the forever train
Basically, he dies :(
sorry
SofiStreet Jun 2013
If you've ever felt the moonlight shine across your tear-streaked face
If you've ever felt there was a gap which nothing could replace

If you've ever felt a longing that no one could restraint
Then you've probably watched your hopeless heart

wither and
shrivel and
taint
SofiStreet Jun 2013
I hope you don't mind
that you're always on my mind

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