I cry myself to sleep every night
because I'm depressed
Will  my soul ever find sight?

Nobody ******* loves me
And I think its okay because
it would be terrible for them
to do such a thing.

A light pulsing memory
drenched in acid and alcohol
Each pulsing wave hits my heart
like the bass from October's start

The dim sounds of sadness
echoed inside
and my life was put aside
I realized there is more
to our lives

Creeping in my veins
Settled in my skull
I Hate Myself
Racing thoughts,
The dark takes a hold
I Hate Myself
Emptied out my organs of love,
An empty hull
I Hate Myself
Night swells up
The dark thoughts are culled
I Hate Myself
Pouring out my lymph nodes
Taking control, the only voices I hear
"I Hate Myself, You Have A Trigger to Pull"

The guitar strings think of you when they play this tune
The C chord is the curvature of your body when you lay gracefully
The G chord is the grandeur of your personality in public
The A chord is your accent when you say good morning
The D chord is your demeanor all the time
The F chord is how your hair falls on your shoulders
The E chord is how I will love you eternally

I open my eyes to watch yours close
I hold my breath to feel
Anything
A soft hand is retracted
A shudder silenced
Arms that hold me together are my own
Proximity offers no closure
Unseen verses of your mind
I curl up and unravel

-nKGB

Waves shake
A painters boat
Stumble and fall
in the lake
A painter's contacts
will sink
Humble and tall
A painter stands
without clarity
to his sight
Grumble and call
with his lisp
A painter pounds
fists with rage
Crumble and fall
A painter lives
without a clue
how to paint
Struggle till solved
A painter fights
to paint thy self