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  Nov 2015 Unknown
xx
"Not all sad poets
who died
are buried

Not all those
who lived
ever existed"
  Nov 2015 Unknown
xx
When I die
Throw my dried,
Pressed flowers
All over my casket
Let them lay
With me as I
Lay to rest
Let me be
With the love
I pressed on them
As I slowly
**** them while
Killing myself
Let us be
With the peace
That we had
When we died
Back when
I was 15
And wait
More years
To never be
Burried alive
  Nov 2015 Unknown
xx
I knew she was sad --
Not because there were
tears in her eyes
But because there were
Grey clouds in them
Swirling chaos in her mind
Thorns around her throat
Poison in her heart
And a tired smile
On her bleeding lips
And the love she knew
Never thought that
She's really that sad
  Nov 2015 Unknown
xx
maybe, just maybe
if I die tonight
you'll wake up
missing my soul
and not my remains
  Nov 2015 Unknown
xx
"Scars are just like tattoos, only with a better story."
  Nov 2015 Unknown
xx
My vision is broken
My heart is impaired
I trusted my senses
And met my catastrophe
What I did was not just
A mere suicide
I walked to my coffin
And loved you to *death
  Nov 2015 Unknown
xx
I am so consumed
By my own addiction
And I'm addicted
To loving you
But you're just in
The cloud of my thoughts
And I light up a smoke
Each time the clouds
Brim over my lungs
Each part of me
Is just so into you
And they tell memories
Of you as I burn them slowly
My tub turned instantly
To an ash tray containing
My remains and the
Thoughts of you

But hey--
I spared my heart for you
May you know how warm
It'll be to have me in
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