No people can handle this ****. Barely those who lives through this. All purpose seems the life in flesh; Is horrid at its best. A twisted sitcom show. That’s no less then cruel jokes. many times in deepest holes. eyes glorify the rope. Or mind glorifies rope. Who knows anymore. One realizes loneliness is where the sick is born. One realizes loneliness is how aching hearts shall mourn. Yet again these thoughts of red, beg that one please will tend. With sharp swords and gore. Of Blades piercing flesh Of sharp swords and gore until limbs be torn. Surgical mesh be drenched. This stomach is so sore. Destruction absorbed. Self infliction is adored. ........................................ in that wretched mirror. It is so crystal clear. This face needs disfigured This face needs to be Seared An urge to burn the face, as well as to cut. Perform practices precise. To tame the craves; for blades that thrusts. Fugly as the **** duckling. If his feathers he began plucking. repulsive ravishing disgust. Spit at reflections for good luck. Anger and vile succumb as it does. In all ways that it can be done, This self harm now one knows and loves. Black seems white feathers of doves. ........................................................... Inside black demented places. Lurk do entities of hatred. Laugh in masks like a masterpiece painted. Unfazed as if one is sedated. Forever this chaos. in pureness created. Dead be these roses. in violet vases. ........................................................ To remain cloaked in magic states. Still many strife always remains. At times it seems the blind are divine. Dilated be these eyes. Shall needles pierce eyeballs to disdain. Urning to spray the eyes with mace. Keep the hArd drugs in the brain. coursing through collapsed and thin veins. Keeping the *** from being laced. Without intoxicates still insane. Only hopelessness and endless pain. At a young age came, demented strange days. Paranoid in fear; With destructive paths near. malevolent demeanors have now appeared. ...................................................... For so long felt so helpless. Life in all forms is selfish. As despair impairs. One becomes more selfless. Remain thy light in darkness black. While psychosis viciously attacks. ***** back Owning a craft. Obsessed with knives and plastic wrap. Unorthodox ways. Leaving blood that rains. Up for many nights and days Owning a craft. This world is sad left perception oh so mad.
One of my longer poems, it will be used as lyrics for my project
She marched on herself All battle lines and banners Weapons reflecting one another Horns howled So that two sides packed into combat Crushing, piercing blood splattered blows Heaps of fallen bodies And the mounting casualties Castrated the confidence Of the two sides of the girl Who marched on herself
I have bad thoughts Of beautiful things The color red Oozing from my pale skin The simplicity of a clean line Only to be ruined by smeared blood Why do these thoughts haunt me? Am I obsessed with my own pain? Or simply so ****** up That I find beauty In the face of my demons
A piece I wrote awhile ago while cutting paper with a ridiculously fine blade
I wanna see the blood I wanna see the pain I wanna prove that my body Is nothing more than a frame My mind is screaming Parts of it beg me to bleed The others demonize those pleas I just don't want to feel this way anymore And I suppose it's my own fault I know how I get When I start drinking then stop Maybe that's why I always overdo it Because then I can get sick and sleep Before this depression takes its hold And sets my demons free Digging and clawing at my mind Until I do the same to my own skin
Drugs have left me numb. My doctor gave me some. So high I can't believe. I love it, I need it, My doctor says it helps easee me Their easeeing izzie Change me , break me Love me,hate me Warp my being. I have fake friends and progamable teachers. Ordered to do as they do. Empty of everything especially opinion unless it has with it gods intent. This is all done to prevent separation (Once more there is still segregation) This only incites rebellion in me. I hate this place so how do I escape. Do I run or stay and go away in another way. South parks advice is to just quit twitter. This world isn't worth it to scaredto **** myself. So I cut ,cut and cut my wrist To take away my strife and find bliss.
School is honestly the route of almost evil it's a hub for people who like to pick on people to let their issues out its no place for a child no one deserves the endless ridicule that a pain please help the little guy stuff the big guy and the worst part is my school tends to protect the bullies more than the bullied.
I wake up just in time to watch the sun set on the horizon. I stay up all night to watch it rise again. 3:00am is when I demons start to roam, And before I know it my sadness becomes my home. I self medicate with drugs and alcohol that I know I don't need. I do it to stop the craving of wanting to watch myself bleed. I look at the scars that cover my skin. They mock me, I'm trying so hard not to give in. I sleep all day so I don't have to fake a smile. I wish happiness was a mood that stayed for a while.
I wake up just in time to watch the sun set on the horizon. I stay up all night to watch it rise again.
A poem about my struggle with mental illness, addiction, and self harm.
Squeezing out water droplets Just before bed I'm reminded of what I miss The definition of what I called "freind" Was changed eternally
I ran out of work manic, Raced to the tatoo shop And got what I had wanted for so long A fish fossil right there on my forearm Coverings for angry cuts I went home and cleaned it, runned it down with lotion And I'm reminded of this familiar sting
Flashbacks hit And I was 14 again Sitting on the porch with you nursing my wounds My arms were swollen and sore Sliced from top to bottom And you were the only soul I told You wrapped me up in bandages And showed me yours You said "see we're both ******* up!"
8 years later I lie on a mattress in a living room floor Punched in the gut by the thought of you And how you could take your own life ..you also took my best freind
Emptiness has this warm subtle sting and I'd rather feel pain than nothing But it's not self destruction anymore, it's therapy
And it makes me feel close to you.
This one isn't necessarily my style but I'm trying this honesty thing where I feel something intensely then write it down no editing, no working ******* it just getting it out of my head and onto the page.