#taunt
because i had everything i could ever want
then figured out it was all a lie
because while all you could do was taunt
i crafted my own wings to fly
Jul 23, 2025
Jul 23, 2025 at 2:22 PM UTC
Sometimes,
When the sun gets low,
And the stars and moon don’t seem to be hanging in the sky,
Taunting me with their ability to disappear into oblivion,
It can feel almost impossible to breathe.
While I know that being unable to breathe
Because there is nothing in the darkness to light my way
Is as about impossible as it is possible for me to love you again,
It is still my reality.
I know that my heart will never be open to the possibility of
surrendering itself so completely to you once more,
Just as well as I know that this weight on my chest isn’t real,
But it doesn’t make the feeling evaporate like water on a blisteringly hot day,
Or even on a slightly too warm for a jumper day.
The harshness of my condition has been taught to me
Like a bunny has been taught to hide
When the foxes stalk it’s way.
Even more so, the cures have been preached to me since
The moment I admitted I led a tormented existence,
And yet my existence has remained tormented.
Maybe this is my moment, my completely, impossible to ignore,
Unavoidable,
Moment.
To quiet those which torment me.
Which taunt me.
Which remind me,
I will never truly escape these chains
That hold me on the starless nights.
Sep 15, 2021
Sep 15, 2021 at 6:47 PM UTC
Pluck one
Then two
Drag them out
As long as you want
Play the song of their hearts
Feelings as tight as you tuned them
Draw them in
So taunt
Until the chord breaks
Dec 6, 2018
Dec 6, 2018 at 1:53 PM UTC
I want to unchain this torturous strings
Strangling every hope I insist to have
In the life I thought I owned for a lifetime
But I was wrong, this life was never been mine
It is to the monsters whispering inside my mind
Chaining every part of me
Tainting my soul to black
Yet, even if they reside inside of me
I don't own them, they own me;
Every night they sing to me lullabies of hatred
Never letting me see the light the world offers
Those monsters will never stop taunting me
Until I learn to find a way to end this life.
Jul 24, 2018
Jul 24, 2018 at 10:36 AM UTC
Talk to me,
I haven't heard your voice enough
For it to taunt me.
Talk to me,
Your silence is the only song
That comes to haunt me.
Jun 27, 2018
Jun 27, 2018 at 7:48 PM UTC
I'm trying hard to run to catch the firefly as the night stalls.
Emitting such a beautiful pastel blue light, the size of an 8 ball.
The closer I get, the faster it darts away.
I can try to sleep, but I feel too jittery to lay.
Silly little bug, I just want to catch you!
I want to put you in my mason jar and stare into your orb of baby blue.
I...
Almost...
Got...
You...
...
Stop making me run so much, I keep tripping...
I can feel the grass under my feet tipping.
You're at the grasp of my fingertips as you taunt me with your flickering light.
I stand on my tippy toes and reach up into the night.
I'm...
Almost...
There...
...
But you fly away into the vent.
Why won't you come to me? I'll even pay your rent!
Am I doing something wrong?
I can attempt to sing you a lullaby song...
...But you still won't come out of there.
I shake my head and brush away my hair.
I take a deep sigh and see you as a loss cause.
I take a step and fall onto my knees, immediately looking up and I pause.
I'm in my room as my skin breaks and bleeds.
You fly across my face one more time in an evil attempt to tease.
Stupid...- Wait, this isn't what my real eyes see.
I look in the mirror and there She is, staring back at me.
...It wasn't real, right? It was just my imagination?
**** why does this keep happening again?
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Feb 22, 2018
Feb 22, 2018 at 4:00 PM UTC
Sweeping over my naked feet,
Is the gentle waves of the sea
Back and forth it comes to meet,
My locked memories with a key
Teary eyes, sink with thoughts
While listening to the waves, clash
How easily, he untied all the knots
My past seems to bash and flash
Silent lips, yet a beating heart
Feelings of despair pour as tears
As I collect the pieces part by part
My mind taunts, while my heart hears...
©sim
Jul 30, 2017
Jul 30, 2017 at 4:25 AM UTC
Today I looked into the mirror
Saw a little glimmer
Of hope
Even though
I know
Right now it looks like I have none
I just had five teeth pulled
Out of my skull
I know I look real ugly
But I'm looking at the future
I will need to wear braces
I get them in two weeks
But at least nobody can tease me
For being so **** fugly!
They can't taunt my teeth
Because I'm finally getting them fixed
Aug 10, 2016
Aug 10, 2016 at 8:49 PM UTC
I remember a time when I felt happy
Waking up everyday was a new adventure
Some people would say things behind my back,
But I didn't care
I just carried on
I would stroll leisurely into the classroom,
Take off my shoes at the door because I picked at them
Sit down at my desk, right at the front because I couldn't focus sitting next to anyone
And just carried on
I would pick my spiky, plastic ball off of the desk I sat at,
Constantly fidget with it, resist the urge to place it in my mouth
And bite off the spikes, feel satisfaction. Sometimes I could resist.
Other times I couldn't, but I didn't care
I just carried on
That was back when I was in Year Four, in a class filled with students
Who, despite not knowing the word ***** would be one anyways
Only admiring me for my intellect, like when I suggested the word Bioluminescence as a favourite word and the teacher thought it wasn't even a word, because surely I was too young to know it?
Somehow, I carried on
Now, looking back on those days I ask myself,
When did my strength fade? The world become grey?
How can someone so innocent, so lonely, so... weak,
Be so strong and resistant?
How did I be me, and manage to carry on?
When nowadays I am constantly suppressed by society,
I can't be me without being called a ****** a loser,
Loner and so ****** up that surely I'm a stoner?
Doesn't matter that I hate drugs, my "friends" do drugs,
Smoke **** and make fun of me because I don't,
That God forbid I'm clean, don't **** with that ****
Never will and never have, but this means that they can be mean?
How have I carried on, for so long, falling prey to those call me friend
And fade away faster than the light of day whilst vaping it up,
Faded as ****
When all along I believed I wasn't strong?
I look at them and see no hope, no future
Not for me in that direction, at least
And I've told them time and again
That it's so ******* wrong, that there will come a time when hitting up the **** won't carry you further along anymore
There will be a time when they will fail to carry on
Maybe I still got some of me left in me
There's more on the inside than what the eye can see
Believe in myself, listen to no-one else and honestly?
I truly believe I still have the strength to carry on
Jun 6, 2016
Jun 6, 2016 at 8:50 AM UTC
When we have too much to bear,
And think to drown them all in the beer,
When we hide our past mistakes in a hive,
But only realize that hives attracts the bear,
Then
Our present begin to hunt,
Our conscious stat to haunt,
And our surroundings begin to taunt
Then
our burdens become too heavy,
Always stumbling on our paths,
As we watch our backs to see if it catches up,
Building lies in place of other lies,
Always finding the perfect lie each time,
And soon,
Honest questions become like double edged swords?
Sincere concerns become like suspicious curiosity?
Genuine concerns become like knife like stares?
Silent whispers in the wind like back stabs?
Suddenly realizing we are slaves
Of our past and our present
Don’t you want to break from this *******
Facing the demons you created.
Aug 3, 2015
Aug 3, 2015 at 11:06 AM UTC
*I got to say these things that were eating away at my soul like the birds,
Birds that happen to look a whole lot like crows,
who only ever go after the dead decaying prays,
because when it's dead, it's easiest to ****** away.
But I spoke line after line like the little white lines that lie in long lines,
on the highways where the dead bodies have been laid out to dry,
I was not going to give into your games let alone cry,
but if I must shed some tears to tell all the fears you have put on me,
then my eye will bleed red,
and never dry out,*
**And for me to pour my heart out onto you,
is as evil as the crow you are,
while you plot where you're going to pick me apart first when I finish,
but like the crows and the dead carcase I am,
we all have rights,
but like the bandages that can't stick around to fix my wounds,**
*im sorry,
A thing I've been more often than sometimes,
so its hard to fill in the bubbles of how someone hurts,*
**when the scales seem to add up in the favor of the other hand.
But that still gives me no right to act and do the things you do,
and play dress up in rooten old skin,**
*like you have set the example for me,
to lie to those who stared death in the face and went on as before,
but before they were nothing and after there still wasn't something,*
**and you checked the boxes under the bubbles.
securing they would be fine.
when in reality they were fine like you said,**
*if you compared their mental status to that of yours.
who let someone roam around like a dead corps.*
as the crows above circled and waited,
*mocking,
taunting,*
**waiting for the innocence of an infant to mess up.
so they could finally strike.**
*I get it's only human nature,
Just like the circle of life,*
**But why do people have to keep neglecting children,
until those vultures finally strike.**
Jul 20, 2015
Jul 20, 2015 at 2:52 PM UTC
If you go down to the woods today
You're sure of a big surprise
If you go down to the woods today
You might even meet your demise
Because today’s the day they all have their picnic.
Every last one who's been cruel to you is sure of a treat today
There's lots of innocent thoughts to ruin and many dreams crush
Anywhere possible, where nobody sees they'll taunt and slice as long as they please
That's the way they all have their picnic
Picnic time for them all
They're all having a lovely time today
Watching, waiting for the perfect time...
They see you gaily gad about
You loved to play and shout
You never had any cares
But at six o'clock your Mummy and Daddy can't take you home at all
'Cause all you are is their dead little victim.
If you go down to the woods to day,
You better not go alone.
It's alluring down in the woods today,
But safer to stay at home.
For every bully or abuser or hater or cheater ever there was will gather there for certain
Because...
Today’s the day the ones that ruined your life will have their picnic...
Dec 12, 2014
Dec 12, 2014 at 8:28 PM UTC