My palms are cold and ****** Your name stains my tongue I prefer sleeping with my eyes open Bloodshot eyes and boiling skin I can’t believe they let you out Randy, Was it worth the laugh Does my blood still stain your hands Do you close your eyes and remember me I want you to feel the pain you drove into my veins The smile you craved into my brain stains my teeth My smile likes yours I no longer know myself My childhood smells of tears and blood But all you cared about was a rub and some *** Using a woman as your toys, you see them as objects You see me as an object no longer will I be yours Randy, was it worth the laugh you had that night Before the cops came and shocked your night Shocked your life and made your night a living hell. My brain still screams in agony at the sight of your name.
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Morphisms ignored You seed sour schisms Divide & bleed Bluster-concealed claw of iniquity Blink & you'll miss misdeeds Bleak greed breeds alacrity Mimic predators Crack fatigue Shoved in your leaking maw Sweet as a fatal flaw niggling Raw needs wriggling Impelled again to begin again Fresh meat, feed me, let me sin again Defeat just past the next win But when Actions unsating swiftly flow Satisfaction ebbs Objectifying friend & foe This spluttering glut will not quench So‽
For how much longer do I have to wash my hands? sleep in the burning house? carry this heavy heart? weep? bleed? ask for bandages? hide my scars? see my therapist? lose touch? force a smile? see my reflection? try to fix the brokenness? adjust to new meds? wish I was dead? wash my hair? trim my nails? write these lines? avoid my birthday? fight the urges? endure myself? cling to this life?
Every where I go I see blunt objects Feel the urge To rush forward And crack Smack Bash Smash My eggshell head Wide open Right on my forehead Displaying the dirt The mud The ***** Black sludge In my cranium In my core I want to blast it out Into the floor
My license is suspended right now. I can’t see my therapist. I can’t change my meds like I was planning to. I can clean my room and change things at home, but I know that I won’t.
I told myself I was different I didn’t excessively bleed No one could see anything I was doing just fine. To me cutting became expected. For others it wasn’t okay, but for me? Just a daily routine As normal as brushing my teeth.
I am afraid I'll be sad forever Nothing brings out a smile When I am down I often forget It is only for a while I am scared I'll never be fixed My broken heart will never mend When it's aching it feels like Pain might not ever come to an end I fear my instability Urges to make a deep incision Temporary emotions pushing me Towards a permanent decision
Never make permanent choices based on temporary feelings
I am suffocating. I can't get you out of my head, please go away. So I can go back to my simple life, the one without your smile, without your brilliant blue eyes, without your voice. Why would God put you in my life... if it wasn't meant to work between us? The thought of your shiny blonde hair, your mouth sliding in and out of mine. I can't breathe. I stay high, so I don't have to feel you right. I'd have to say I'm addicted, I should stay away. But these urges I can't fight. I can't breathe