Lip Dip Paint
One Two
Lip Dip Pain
Three Four
Lip Dip Pai
Five Six
Lip Dip Pa
Seven Eight
Lip Dip P
Nine Ten
Lip Di
Eleven Twelve

Necrosis of the teeth
the bone becomes brittle
limping with sore feet
the jaw shatters
sores line the throat
mouth only of gums
blood starts to flow
only holes left to tongue
red seeps out the mouth
doctors say this must be syphilis
Oh God, it hurts
to work for greed so villainous

Lip D
One Two
Lip
Three Four
Li
Five Six
L
Seven Eight

Nine Ten

Another girl in the ground again

Eleven Twelve

It's safe, don't you want to
radiate?

It shatters
Cracks
Rips the sky in half
I roll the windows down
Plunge into the downpour
Fill to my lap
Freshwater
cascades
Consumes
Small droplets trickle my forearm
Delicate bumps rise
Can you see this
It’s projecting the same
Atmospheric pressure
Foreshadowing
My breaking
Until my knees start to shake
You’re dying
You’re dying
And all you can do
Is watch the sky
Pretending it’s falling

Poetry is the open wound
From which the **** of our minds seeps
Infecting the world with it's vitriol
Spreading it's disgusting disease
A scab that never heals, as we pick
And pick away at an itch, letting the injury
Ooze and weep, always there to remind us
We can never resist perverse temptation
And rid us of the addiction that will always
Cause us pain, so open your minds
Let them breathe and pen.

Happy thoughts!
Happy thoughts?
Happiness was what I sought.

Happy pills!
Happy pills?
They sure can make my brain rot.

Psychiatrist?
Doctor?
Doctor?
Take it away,
But why bother?
Talking wouldn't make it better...

Happy thoughts!
Happy thoughts?
Happiness, it can be bought!

Happy pills!
Happy pills?
Happiness in a capsule!

Psychiatrist!
Doctor!
Doctor!
Talk it out,
And make me better
Heal me!
Heal me!
Make my mind still!
"All problems are solved with happy pills. "

Happy thoughts!
Happy thoughts?
Happiness shouldn't be sought.

Happy pills!
Happy pills?
Happiness, it sure can ****.

Psychiatrist?
Doctor?
Doctor?
Desolate hopes
Therapy: thunder
Must deny presence of disease
I am cured when you are pleased.

Living the life I'm not
Watching the world unfold
A passenger on the journey
To a magical land I call--
Nowhere

Since the day I left
I've never fully returned
Only pieces of who I thought I was
Slowly drifting away from
Who I really am.

When will I find where my ghost is heading?
Days?
Years?
Eons?
Or am I already here, maybe the
Journey ended when I found
I'm not who I really am.

Shadows
Streaking
Lines of light
Like paper planes
On the wall
With the picture frames
All hold your name

My shadow
My silhouette
Beautiful void
That I love
Dancing with
Candle sticks
Raised above our heads

Pale green dreams
Mottled wallpaper and
Rotting screens
Sunlight
Is a knife
Bleeding out
Clean the veins

Shadow girl
It follows
Rained out
Sidewalks and cracks
In asphalt
That deadly disease
Love me

Depression is a disease that affects
4.4% of the world population
1.4% of the Portuguese
being the 17th country with the highest prevalence rate
I'm not suicidal... but maybe I am.
I know that suicide is a sign of cowardice,
but greater cowardice is lacking the courage to do so.
I'm not suicidal... but maybe I am.
I got tired of writing suicide letters and trying to do it,
but not being able to, because something makes me stay alive
I'm not suicidal... but maybe I am.
But I still hope that one day I will have courage and that I will take my own life.
So I will give all the rest that my soul needs.