#self-mutilation
The cloak of loneliness which you wear
Portends of drama, death, darkness, despair
You molt indigo shades of deep blue
Just to be near you is to invite ague
Your emptiness comes as no surprise
Why do you feel so smug as you despise
Anyone who tries to peek past your dark mood
The sun shines even though you exclude
Possible types of rational relief
You wallow in your irrational grief
Do you think the sun will no longer rise
Because pitiful tears will cloud your eyes
I cannot live in your world that's so blue
But I don't want to go on without you
Mar 18, 2017
Mar 18, 2017 at 10:06 PM UTC
And maybe we're all unknown little Van Goghs
Self mutilating our hearts
In the name of love.
--Watercolour
Nov 15, 2016
Nov 15, 2016 at 7:00 AM UTC
You've found yourself in the mirror
In the eyes that won't betrayed
If I let you bleed, will you suffer the same?
In the smile that was hopeless
In the sorrow that no one sees
If I let you breathe, you will suffer the same.
The constant state of being
What you are and are not supposed to be
These are memories in the truths of the lies
Too beguiled, alone, and afraid
To see that you actually are me
And we’ve done everything to end us tonight
With the hand you've called for me
And without voice, you summon the rest
"If we will let you bleed, we'll suffer the same."
But you've marked yourself indifferent
Yet we're the ones to shoulder blame
"But we let you bleed so you won't suffer the same."
The nine souls misled from deception
Will be your fears and mistakes
We live in the chambers of your shattered mind
And in the nights that you will see us
You will no longer be afraid
Because we are the same in body, soul, and mind
© 2014
Feb 3, 2015
Feb 3, 2015 at 7:15 PM UTC
Every little drop has come from pain
Dripping regrets down on the walls
Wrote apologies on the bathroom sink
And hid the mess in lines of words.
Every little line is a memory
Perfect permanence within a scar
Each parallel, each a missing piece
of reasons from which they came.
These words are nothing short of empathy
There's always truth in the eyes of the hurt
The message has been dried and wiped away
Yet there's a crude carving on the temple forever.
© 2014
Feb 3, 2015
Feb 3, 2015 at 7:08 PM UTC
Depress the edge, this silver charm
Confused in what is senseless harm
Hide away and fleece the warmth
Gravity holds on to the redden form
The stains collected on the floor
Cover up the ones there before
These lines heal so ever slow
But are the quickest to show
Feel the path control its only route
The pain oxidizes half the doubt
Focused on how it came about
A mere disillusion
An uncommon solution
Lost in cold reflection
Trapped in the endless fall
But too deceived by perception
This descent never noticed at all
Here’s the truth that always hiding in the lining
Clearly subsiding as the droplets dry up again
The gentle lines in all the lying is only trying
To stop denying this habit will give in
Lost in brief recollection
Entombed in the endless fall
But too deceived by perception
This descent never noticed at all
© 2014
Feb 3, 2015
Feb 3, 2015 at 6:50 PM UTC
I blanket myself within torment and pain,
Refusing to peek into the ever soft light.
I tear at my flesh with a blade,
Hoping that doing so would end my fright.
I cry myself to sleep using my tears as lullabies,
Only to sleep a nightmare filled never-ending slumber.
I wake forcing my limp body out of bed,
Knowing that by nightfall the sorrow that the day would bring,
Is the only thing that I'll care to remember.
Feb 25, 2014
Feb 25, 2014 at 3:14 PM UTC