"lcb" poems
I will rip my veins apart
and then my mind will be at peace
for a while
My wrist will pour blood
I need it to bleed
or bead
I am counting the seconds
till this can happen
5..4..3..2..1..
I am now content
with the results
but I'm getting dizzy
I can hear sirens
the sound is getting stronger
is it coming for me?
(lcb)
Mar 26, 2014
Mar 26, 2014 at 1:16 PM UTC
I cannot do anything
I can't function
I can't move
Look what you have done to me
I feel so lifeless
I feel like I'm going to die
(lcb)
Mar 30, 2014
Mar 30, 2014 at 12:42 PM UTC
love can be heartless and cold laying dormant until awakend from its own anxiety...
Nov 27, 2017
Nov 27, 2017 at 11:55 AM UTC