#morbid poems on Hello Poetry

S Jul 2014

it's 6:14 a.m. and i'm sitting on my terrace thinking about death.

i'm sorry for all the times my morbidity has brought you down
i'm sorry for all the times i've held onto your hand so tightly
my nails have pierced through your flesh.

i am afraid of letting go, you see.

even more afraid than i am of death
even more afraid than i am of actually holding your hand in the first place.

your tongue is like a razorblade when you tell me to leave
(that i am bringing you down)

i am sorry, darling.

did you know that the average human takes 8,409,600 breaths a year?
more than 7,000,000 of my breaths were filled with you.
did you know the average human being breathes fire zero times a year?
i'm sorry for constantly setting fire to your heart
and your lungs.

it's 6:15 a.m.
and i have nothing to think about but death.

#death #morbid #sorry

Jaanam Jaswani Jul 2014

Am I even a person?

Like a perfectly squared puzzle piece -
Life is the bane of my existence.

I don't know, diary,
I've been touched by morbidity.

I am not getting this 'life' thing right,
My grips are tight and things slip

Anger comes from places unheard of,
Slightest hells are the shells of explosions

Am I even a person?
When I don't own enough to feel my very presence

Am I even a person?
When whatever emerges from me is obsolete

I am the sole cashew hiding in a bar of chocolate;
The behavioural tick that picks on unsteady nerves

And so the question remains;
Slices my veins as it takes the reins of my sleep

Am I even:
A person?

A spoken word poem of some sort.

#depression #confused #morbid #help #thought #angry #spokenword #selfdoubt #morbidity #lowliness

Austyn Taylor Jul 2014

Morbid

Austyn met a bad boy.
He ****** her like a *****.
She hid and hid and hid and hid
Because maybe she deserved more.

Austyn met just some boy.
He hit her one time or maybe four
Austyn shrugged and told her mother,
"What's a little more?"

Austyn ****** a good boy.
His girlfriend was such a bore.
Austyn was mistaken for entertainment.
She hated herself some more.

Austyn is a little girl.
Daddy's creeping through the door.
Austyn is 16, alone, in bed, bleeding and screaming:

"Please
No more,
No more."

#poem #sad #abuse #morbid #contemporary #hurtful

Felix Decarz Jun 2014

Ballad of the begotten

There is oblivion. There is space.
There is futility. There is ubiquity.
There is pride. There is defeat.
There is emptiness. There is resentment.
There is darkness. There is rage.

The cacophony drowns all exaggeration.
It leaves no pity, offers no fight.

There is fury, it is black.
There is fury, it does not ****.
There is fury, it showers no wrath.
It rots, it stays, it rots some more.

There is hope. Hope is dying.
It bleeds away, a crimson trail.
The fury is poison, it will prevail.

Morbid humour, judicious hate.
Delightful anguish, dusty slate.
The mirror lets me walk away.

#anger #dark #morbid #rage #fury #loathing

Anonymous Jun 2014

Untitled

My sister asked me why I'm so morbid
I didn't have an answer
Just that my veins bleed black
Not red

#broken #morbid #ink #bleed #blood #cuts