Burn this fabric the weave of the grandest way we wrap our secret selves in and write little patterns that somehow pushes apart from the comfort of speech to break the truth into lie-able bits that everyone can approve of because they are pretty then you will be hollow with the desire to tug on the dangling strings that always itch the nose of conscience to be rid of the ****** the mold you have been force in and you will unravel when it hurts and you will unravel when it is quiet you will become bare just shape just like everything else and when you find peace in your own decimation a single flower will grow behind your lifes eye a memory of when you took root in the self a lense to see your life as you mean to live it
I’m suffering. Tears of gasoline, beaded down my cheeks. And Darling, your kisses are the firepower. You want to see how long I can stand to suffer Without speaking? Honey, keep preaching to the choir. I refuse to speak, In fear that I will choke on my own words- Infused with negativity and Melancholy blues you used to Sing to me. That subtle, lackadaisical smile That got me to fall so hard in the first place Means nothing to me now. You’re artistically numbing my creativity With those vacant eyes… I used to see the sunset in them, And now, I can only see your Tilted and twisted views on society And the love ones who surround you. You may be blind and wounded, But at least the old dog can smell That I am indeed, In heat.
Feeling empty and worthless and meaningless and alone how can I make it stop I need to make it stop it hurts I feel like i am burning will it ever stop please tell me that someday it will stop because if not I need to make it stop
last night i wept because i didn't know how i felt last year i was cutting every single day slice after slice last today i was praised because i can hold it all in and i dont hurt myself with the razor as often as i did last week i found a lighter and held it to my skin i don't remember for how long but the burn is still there and even though the euphoria subsided the stench of burnt flesh is still fresh in my memory