#admitted
Woe to the being
in its brilliance ever illuminating,
ever since it was brought out to this world
full of wonders
—you might’ve thought as such, at first—
to your initial senses
just born into the earth.
Stellar you are, and they regarded you such at first,
but considered as a constellation baffling,
soon after, thus celestial, irritating
to their perception
—belonging to none
of the earth; heathen you’ve been,
and so that’s why, I see,
you’re deemed a heretic.
Looking around,
you walk on the heaven’s arc
painted in all its auroral glory,
wondering,
ever yearning
for the only answer they might give you someday:
to which stars
the people of the earth
give their praises so pristine.
Aug 24, 2020
Aug 24, 2020 at 2:12 PM UTC
My heart is as light as can be
You finally admitted, you love me
Jun 11, 2016
Jun 11, 2016 at 11:23 AM UTC
The decision I made,
my mistake,
gazing in the mirror with myself to blame.
I often second guess myself to death,
I re-solicit every step,
I attempt to catch each minute as it comes to me,
Contain the recollections
and let them stay by me.
Now days,
all the children want to be insane,
self diagnose and fix themselves,
go around prescription pills.
Be that as it may,
my disorder can't be cured.
Self-disdain and selfishness tend to hold me
awfully close.
Attempt as I may
to keep it together
why is recuperation taking forever?
Trick the world,
just until I get better,
but maybe I'll be faking forever.
Endlessly I ponder what went wrong inside my head,
I don't have the answers, but I wish I did.
All the torment I can't clarify
won't blur the fear, the sadness, the pain of it all,
by the disgrace that is my mind.
Nov 3, 2015
Nov 3, 2015 at 7:01 PM UTC
Step on the scale
fidget
fidget
"Three Digits!"
f a t
Shuffle back to Your Room
p r i s o n c e l l
8:00AM
Drag yourself to the main desk
The Morning Medication line is long today
m i n d l e s s
Pretty pills fill your palm
They have changed colors today
They are all shapes, large and colorful
c y a n i d e
PLUNK PLUNK PLUNK
They dive into your empty stomach
Swim in acid and glide through your veins
Emotional Morphine-
You await the glorious numbness
s a n i t y
and still you crave the blade.
b l o o d
Oct 22, 2012
Oct 22, 2012 at 11:28 PM UTC