#deathwish
life
would
be
better
for
everyone
if
I
was
just
gone
forget
about
me
I
dont
matter
anymore
i
never
did
and
never
will
let
me
sink
into
this
hole
and
die
Jan 6
Jan 6, 2026 at 8:47 PM UTC
Everybody always telling me
That I’m young
That I can do anything that I want to
Should I be excited? Right?
But I can only think that I should die high
I’m so afraid of those feelings
Why I still killing me
Don’t leave me alone with me
But
If you stay by my side
I’ll break you so hard
So go away,
go away
I don’t wanna make you feel my pain
Don’t worry baby, I’ll be okay
Living with my fake face
My fake friends
I’ll be okay
Jun 23, 2020
Jun 23, 2020 at 12:20 PM UTC
I've watched the movies of my ages,
Even those that were before,
I've read books of teenage feelings,
I've read about leprechauns.
The world has become an endless series,
The scenes repeat in every lore,
There's no book that could surprise me,
The same stories in every store.
My eyes are saying they are full of seeing,
They are replete of colours,
Even my mouth is fed of disagreeing,
They both wish to remain closed.
While my eyelids are feignedly sleeping,
While my lips are firmly closed,
The darkness is calling and appealing,
But the movie colours shout.
The films keep shooting everywhere,
Like an ever writing Molière,
But do the plays interest me more,
Or not seeing them anymore?
Oct 8, 2019
Oct 8, 2019 at 7:40 AM UTC
Where's the home of the stranger if not in a nameless grave,
Providing him with peace and silence;
His gravestone seems blank, but it tells thousands of untold stories
About his damnation and condemnation;
Living among people without feeling anything what runs that nation
Is painful in life, and even afterlife
When he knows it right that that name on the grave is quite unwanted,
And won't be visited, only haunted;
Haunted by thoughts and doubts of the self's unsaid words,
And the surrounding world's empty words
That had been waited by the stranger so eagerly to utter something;
The empty words should have uttered something,
Something that a stranger never could utter correctly:
Home.
Oct 6, 2019
Oct 6, 2019 at 2:22 PM UTC
The world could remain gas and fume,
The woe could remain lonely doom,
The words could avoid the plume,
The wilt could avoid the bloom;
If the womb could be my tomb.
Oct 6, 2019
Oct 6, 2019 at 1:57 PM UTC
I dreamt a dream that some demons must have sent,
Feeling all the pains I underwent;
No pictures, no hues, just the feeling,
All my bruises and cuts without healing.
I dreamt a dream that was set as sent by Death,
But it did fit no reasoning, nor math;
No relief, nor aftermath, just the moaning,
Like a self-pity-full, endless night and morning.
I dreamt a dream that was meant to be my end,
A fearful damnation, not mend;
All the pain and immense sadness,
Making every deathwish sickeningly reckless.
I was sent a senseless dream with Death being mad,
Vengefully meaning me dead;
I felt blueishly cold and in dreadful purple,
Hiding in my last reckless prayers as a turtle.
I was meant to dream a dream that was chance or warning,
Putting up the black phone calling;
With every evidence Death's hands hang,
I wished not dreaming that dream while it just rang, rang, rang...
Oct 5, 2019
Oct 5, 2019 at 3:58 AM UTC
It comes with big fireworks of happiness
Like an extra life that revives you at the final battle,
Like a compliment that makes believe in yourself,
Like an advent of a person with radiating hope.
Euphoria - what it's called - catches your moments,
Paints everything with eternal-like vivid hues,
Triumphs your whole past in a meaningful-like song,
Brings you a goal that has never existed.
Then, it just stops the time around you,
Lets you see the grey cloud of the present,
Hear the empty vacuum of the past,
Get dizzied by the blur of the future.
It holes your soul with the deepest pit
That eats up all the hopes remained or desired,
All the energy left leaving only fatigue,
All the senses that might make the soul living.
The Mark of Death spreads its curse all over the body,
Including the soul that just sits, lays inside,
Letting the whole world behind half-living,
Accepting death already by my side.
Oct 5, 2019
Oct 5, 2019 at 3:56 AM UTC
the door creeks
"Ah, I've been waiting it for weeks."
"It's surely the Reaper, the final undertaker."
waiting for nothing
"Maybe, he has another job. The door creeked, but he sent one of his helldog to do the job."
the void avoids my thoughts
"Hellhound or a fluffy bunny, stop me feeling so moody."
"Somebody, take my thoughts and take me voice. Not to feel more sore."
waiting
creeking
Oct 5, 2019
Oct 5, 2019 at 2:55 AM UTC
This heart is going to stop.
It may be a scarry sound next to a pub,
A silent scattershot in a shop to rob,
An exciting smell in a chemic lab,
Or a short nap in a taxi cab.
Only God knows how it will end,
Passing through that particular land.
But indeed this heart is about to cease.
It is the keen and slow pain that nobody sees,
The heavy carelessness bringing no ease,
The fast heart-beaten minutes I lose,
My non-existent ecography's hues.
Only God knows how it ends,
While I'm passing through all these lands.
Oct 5, 2019
Oct 5, 2019 at 2:48 AM UTC
Late at night I lay awake,
I pray the Lord my soul to take,
This world of mine is too much to bare,
These demons of mine don't play fair.
All I ask is for me to depart,
Cause I'm tired of this Life,
It's tearing me apart.
So send me an invitation,
So I can feel a sensation,
I beg of you to end my story.
Dec 21, 2015
Dec 21, 2015 at 12:07 AM UTC
i walk on stilts
so no one can tell
how small you make me feel
does that make sense?
not everything makes sense
it doesn’t have to
you never did
and what i feel for you never does
i keep smashing our picture frames
and letting myself get cut on the glass
‘cause i’m not ready to clean up the shards
i don’t seem to be ready for anything
it’s been two months
since i’ve heard you sleep talk
and i swear silence
has never felt louder
now at night
i can't ever fall asleep
without wondering
how small her hands are
compared to yours
and if they’re enough for you to hold onto
i wonder how soft her lips are
and if you cringe
when she leans in for a kiss
sometimes i wonder
if i saw you in a grocery store one day
if we would make small talk
i wonder if i would want to punch your face
or caress it
i think i knew
that loving you
was a death wish
i guess i just didn’t realize that
you would refuse
to write the eulogy
or even show up
to the ******* funeral
Dec 11, 2015
Dec 11, 2015 at 3:18 AM UTC
It can be anything as simple as not wearing your seat belt.
It becomes difficult to take your medication,
without wondering how much is too much.
Looking in the mirror is like looking into the face of a ghost,
and eventually you won't bother looking at all
because it's not like you ever see anything anyway.
Everything feels out of reach,
and no one ever notices.
Oct 17, 2015
Oct 17, 2015 at 12:01 AM UTC
I take another sip of this drink that kills me
sit back in my chair and think about things
negative, positive, foolish and embarrasing
everything basically is flooding my mind.
I wonder why the Earth continues to spin
when my world is stuck in a never ending death wish
I turn on some music and try to forget about it.
Oct 4, 2015
Oct 4, 2015 at 2:43 PM UTC