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Vladimir s Krebs Sep 2016
Why do we we try into darkness
Why dose our lives seem so prepretty and deaselt.

Why dose darkness seem better than light

How far do we go when time goes out

Why do we have to suffer lies we make up

I see nothing but broken glass with a ****** hand with broken clocks.


How long am I going to survive.


Why should II've with fear

Why date why try why care why even keep going


When broken glass and broken clocks
Kinda feeling really tired kinda feeling ******
Vladimir s Krebs Sep 2016
I feel the buzz in my mind and soul the feeling you want to chase the shooting stars with. Again and again.

I feel fine
I feel weak
I feel like ****
I feel like the worst hang over
I feel sick like a drug addik
I feel dizzy at 3 am
I feel like puking my  guts outhe.

I feel like I can't stop my sick addiction even though I have tried to get clean but relapse  has stopped me dead as can be.


I wonder what it feels like to be clean from the energy drinks that runs your life heroine.



Over and over I wonder how sick I look.


12 days 56 days with diswraling getting clean.


My money has been going good fast for my fix but in reality I'm a mess.


Why have a relationship when u can hide it any more.


Why try when you only do things to get your addiction to berry you alive .



No escape no wondering get what's it like to be clean from this wrecked curse you can't leave .


Am I insane or just lost
Scared but the truth will be there even if it hurts you
Vladimir s Krebs Aug 2016
My heart has shattered from the relation **** u and me are in. We fight all night but deep down in me I try and try to hold back the teats I never knew I had. Looking up in the sky just want to know if I'm just a dream I couldn't escape. My emotions feel unreal when all I show is your lies that break me tear me apart.


Shattered from your hope destroying my life
Lost
Vladimir s Krebs Aug 2016
I lay awake it's 1:30 feeling lIke I'm just stuck. I see only havingredients a broken heart and soul. My emotions run wild like the wild Mustang horses that roam free from danger.

Stuck in deep thought that could try to be used.


I novation seems like a joke when you are just running out of mental steam.


I feel like my reflection that screams at me in the mirror never musing all my flaws I am.


I just see the darkness beauty of what society has thrown at me.


Iso my life just a dream or reality beat my soul apart leaving me no tears to cry.

Darkness beauty make the world more fun when you can see what you could describe.



I don't know why I couldn't wake up can I see my image as a traitor like my shadow that seems to leave me when my shadow make me feel less alone.



My heart is strong but broken and shallow from time we all lend up with scares to remember where you were at the time .



Don't waste you time just run free from the stupidity society will bring down on your reflective
Lost
Vladimir s Krebs Aug 2016
I hear the expression a glass full or half empty.


I feel my heart only pumps the red wine we drink to fill in the darkness of our soul


I'm insane but I might just be drunk from all the dark rainy days that will stained all the wite clothing you see your self as a reflection of death showing your life has no hope.


What kinda blood pumps your heart white wine or red.

What kinda stains run your life.

Do you pick your life delicious or do your wine that flows threw vanes chose all you wants and needs.


Are we both crazy are we deranged are we all insane or are we just riding the free ride of drinking our hopes away or are we stronger that we might feel or be.
I'm stuck in my deepest mind
Vladimir s Krebs Aug 2016
My heart feels every thing all around me. All eyes that look straight down a pond me will tie a ribbin marking the way home.


All my nerves feel nothing less of the atmospheric pressure making all my deepest thoughts turn all the tricks into magic that would of saved me.


Laying stuck in a daze losing reality all on me.

People all around will change the rules of how thought will one day bring the brightness alive with breathes and emotions that turn the tables up side down.





My thoughts and me wake the sky cry with all my tears I could never cry.


Cause in reality all my eyes see is a manche in we are we run on gasoline.




I lay stuck in my head just thinking why the human society can be so malevolent and evil with not emotion.



Darkness will set as we all turn our anger .




For my mind I only can do is face all reality  walk the darkness feeling the cold rhythm of all the machines that run society.



My heart runs faster than my breath making every thing twist




I'm not a machine I can feel all pain all your pain I have a heart that can fill with sadness joy love hope light or dark I can escape the danger of your stupidity .



I have thoughts that will change society . I have a heart that will change all the rules  of what humanity will show.

I have emotions that can make the sky cry
I have emotions that can destroy the Beauty of a lier.


I feel all your pain misery teats I can feel the rhythmic beat of your soul knowing what has destroyed your hopes and dreams.



Imy not a machine I am flesh and blood with a sense of deeply caring and respect that can under stand things no one knows




My heart is hope and my mind is reality that will change society's miss leading.



I feel all your pain I can read your mind taking what destroyed you giving you my heart to run with open minds


Than we aren't machines but we are just thoughts that can set all of our dreams to become what we really need
Just my thoughts from suffering from bipolar I see the world directly from what it really is to me
Vladimir s Krebs Aug 2016
Why do people say my heart will write all my thoughts out like  the addicted drugs flowing threw my Bains.


Why do we bring beauty prospective in dead heat of summer when everything dues of water.

Why do people say to me my russian blue eyes match a vary stormy m9nth of the rain storms.


WHyde be in hand of a angel that will make your wrists bleed.



Why summer than cold weather with rain.


I feel like I'm not going insane when I can spread my wings and write all my stories to my life experiences.


Why should we look at summer when cold and rainy weather brings new life into  equinox.


My left hand might be my weapon but violence shouldn't be risk when your only escape is being bathed into the cold rain filling up all your cuts broken bones brussis.


The rain will save us from rushing into danger with out fear.


Let me rain so I can bring my next generation back
Felt tired but my mind thoughts might be playing it's cards long enough
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