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Schuy Jan 2017
You marveled at her beauty
And began to turn chartreuse
Poking fun at her
Only made her think of a hangman's noose

She bawled bitter tears
But there was no turning back
You fired insults
Her cracking with every attack

You made her life miserable
Called her crybaby
Never regretting anything
She's spending a lot of time away from school lately

Turns out she wasn't skipping,
Actually she's dead
And it seems that your words
Were the very thing that took off her head

So when you're at her funeral
Weeping and wondering why
Just remember
That it was you who first made her cry
Death is never the answer. There is ALWAYS a way out. Have faith. Keep going. You can make it.
cait-cait Feb 2016
its the crying baby
who gets the milk.
i got this off of a fortune cookie tbh
crybaby911 Sep 2015
"She is a crybaby.
Downpouring in her flesh and glory.
Self inflicted in her catastrophes."
Fake Knees Jul 2014
JESUS CHRIST WHAT IS LIFE

TO NOT BURN AND PLAY IN ASHES

                          JESUS CHRIST HELP ME BREATHE

BECAUSE HE CRUSHED MY CHEST; RIPPED OPEN OLD SCARS

JESUS

                            HE DOESN’T WANNA MARRY ME

                               JESUS CHRIST I CAN’T SEE

past yesterday.

                                             Jesus Christ.
A Mareship Jul 2014
Is it weird to hallucinate wind chimes? twinkle twinkle, they go - twinkle, twinkle

I didn't eat breakfast but went straight to church, out of the sun and into the stone. I lit one candle and it shone on the rack.
I am sitting behind myself, a teenager coughing emeralds into a wet tissue, raging with flu.
Over there, I am ten years old.
All of these me's, bursting in the silence, finding excuses not to pray.

ten am
walked to the cafe to watch ten thousand beating hearts carried like luggage -
one girl has bought an orange and is eating it right in front of me-
It slipped down her neck one piece at a time.
I suppose it's quite intimate to watch someone eat an orange like that.

Dutch guy (I think Dutch, but god knows) on the phone
with a very, very, very nice **** and a tattoo going up his arm that
sort of looks like a vine.

walked some more and dunked my head in the fountain to cool off,
already dry and sitting in the park
music everywhere
I can't get that piano piece out of my head, 'The Entertainer'
and also that bit from ******
'all the stars and the cars and the bars and the barmen'
or something like that.

hello love, would you mind a good seeing to?
not tonight sweetcheeks, I utterly loathe you
I am aching everywhere.
Do I look mad or heartbroken or both?

if he doesn't call by one then
(what? what are you actually going to do about it you stupid ****?)

The key to good mental health is to avoid thinking at any cost and don't go anywhere when you have nowhere to go.

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