Please Come Back.I'm sorryfor putting those bruises on your waistI held on too tightlybecause I was so afraidof what would happenif I were to let go.
you spell 'love' incorrectly.i have scars on my face,you have bruises on your knuckles,and here i amapologizingfor hurting your hand.
*you took away the pills,because you thought they'd kill meyou didn't buy into the factthat they were meant to heal me.so you filled the plastic bottlewith soft and fragile daisesthat i took just like the meds,with a petal on my tongue.you never knewi was allergic.
Art.Your body isliterature.Flawless wordsandastoundingpoetry.Your soul isa sculpture.So much depthandmarblebeauty.Your touch isan orchestra.Endless graceandcarefulemotions.Your presence isa painting.Picturesquesceneryandunforgettablepassion.You are the mostbeautifulwork of artthat I have everseen.
midnights always last longer than they should.i spend sleepless nights in my roomstaring at your picture on my mirrorand wondering why on earth someone as beautiful as youwould ever love someone like me,but then i rememberyou don't.
x.i want your ghostto haunt me,every memory of you.let them flood meand drag me down;drown me in yourname.fill my lungs,i'll take the painat least you gave mesomething.
Empty Pages.You are the perfect story,A plot unfurling from your touch,And poetry in your eyes.You speak with golden glory,Into sentences of hate,And promises of lies.You are the bookI never had the words to write.
friday night.on our firstdate,you took me to a cemeteryjust outside of town.i guess you wanted toshow mewhat you would do to me.
How Love Works.I neverfell in love withyou,you neverfell in love withme.Your demonsfell in love withmine,my demonsfell in love withyours.
Don't Understand....I just do not understand,There's tiny teardrops in my hand;My blood is dripping on the ground,My breaking heart's the only sound.My heart shatters like a stone,I don't know why, but I'm all alone. My memories are frozen in time,Remembering torture, remembering crime.The wind is screaming through the trees,Voices carried on each breeze;Spirits try to hold my hand,But I just do not understand.Secrets kept, no one shall tell,I am trapped inside a spell.My tears are falling rather fast,As I remember all of my past.Towards the river I start to crawl,I look at it and start to bawl.It reflected evil, reflected you,Reflected anger and lies turned true.So many thoughts rush through my head,My secret life is filled with dread.This lonesome night I must wash away, Must wash the pain of another day.The last of my hopes, last of my love, Just burst to flames and flew up above.I feel my life has reached the end, There is no way my heart can mend.My tho
Springthe stale air in my lungsis depleting with eachbreath of crude spring.my blood is melted,my heart is smolderingand my eyes are aflame.the corpse of winterlays dormant undermy feet
Darkness vs. LightDarkness creeps so slowly,I am caught by surprise.Somehow my world plunges into unending sorrow.All it takes is a song,A poem,A nudge.Then I am falling.Silent screams echo in my ears.I struggle to find a light bright enough.Something to fend off the darkness like a sword.It isn’t fair to face the darkness knowing there is no escape.I will not die.I cannot.Life clings to me against my will.Where is my other half?My soul mate?My light?I don’t want to be alone,Facing down my demons without a shred of hope.Need me.Find me.Shine so brightly I will be drawn to you.I can’t forget I need to shine.I just feel as if my light is dimming.How will you find me if I am swallowed by my darkness?A light.A flame.A spark of hope.I need a way to defeat my sorrows,So I can help battle yours.Please.Just a glimmer of hope?
Look Past The ObviousCool blackEyes gleamNo one dares go near meThey think I'm a monsterThey think darkness is my soulThey see devil hornsThey see knives in my maneThey see dried blood on my fingertipsThey fear meThey fight meThey hurt meThey hate meThey never thinkWhat ifThere are dusty angel wings there?There is a broken rim of golden light?That glass pierces its heartBut it still trys to be good?The knives are thereBecause they were thrown at it?The blood is thereBecause it helped a fallen warrior?It stays in the shadowsFor its protection?Every time it crawls outDeath meets it?That all it wantsIs a ChanceIs a Friend
TearsFighting, yelling, screaming voicesThat's all I seem to hearrunning, hiding those are my choicesAs I wipe away a tear Bang, slam yes things are breakingThreats and blames fill the airall while my heart is achingAs I wipe away a tear Eyes running nose stuffy and I sit upon my bedI wish I didn't live hereSometimes I wish I were deadAs I wipe away a tear If this is marriage just waiting for anger to fallLiving in this fearThen I'd rather not marry at allAs I wipe away a tear
What's Happening?"She seems like a whore" But I-- "You're kind of bitchy" People say I'm-- "He's cheating with you, isn't he?" What are you-- "You act like such a slut" I haven't even-- "You sure you're not a lesbian" Yes! I-- "God, you're so lazy" I am not! I-- "You never take anything seriously!" Maybe, but I-- "You're, like, a 9 on the scale" What? I-- "You're so nice all the time" I try-- "I never knew you were so deep" There's a lot of-- "You're what this place is missing" You really think-- "You're always so optimistic" Well, yeah, I-- "Everyone loves you" Are you-- "I think you'll go far" I dont know-- You ask me what I'm talking aboutWhen I seem so so confusedWhy won't you just make up your mind, everybodyIt's not like I've got something left to loseI'm beaten down and brought back upNow, every single dayIs this some sick tric
DryCutting myself drybecause of you.
RIPMy poetry book diedBut it wasn’t all that sadIt lived a lifeFilled with wordsWas well usedAnd treated with the utter most respectBecame oldAnd fullSoon falling apartReplacedBy anotherWho will try its bestTo fill its shoesBecause my poetry bookHas no more roomTo be written in
When You LeftThe first nightI said"I'm fine.""I'm fine."But insideI wishedI was deadThe second nightI criedMyselfTo sleepWhile saying"I can't handle this"The third nightI walkedOut of my own lifeAnd left everyoneI knowBehindThe forth nightI said"I'm used to itby now"But I can't tell youHow dead I wasInside
No Happy EndingsPop one pill,Lie there still,Pop a second,Dawn of reckoning.Lost and wandering,In the dark of home,Falling and stumbling,In this house alone.One step forward,Two steps back,All your senses,Under attack.Succumb to the hazy blaze,With your mind a maze,Collapse down on broken knees,The room fills with a summer breeze.There is no happy ending,There is no-one to save you,There is no redemption,Now your vision turning blue.There is no light,At the end of the tunnel,Our lives are a fight,Is it worth the trouble?Run or die,Fall or fly,Climb or fall,Please or Appal.
Spotlight"it's all for attention"but silence is not a spotlightwords unsaid aren't pleading criesdark clothes do not draw the eyeblood drips silently, slowlyscarred flesh is held close, concealedpills are small, in light of how they'll end it all(razors don't shine in the dark)"it's all for attention"but silence is not a spotlightsilence is a suicide note
of me and youthe day you stopped touching me was the day istopped speaking to myself. and the silence nearly killed me
Two SidesOh. It broke.Don't worry, we can fix it!Why bother? It'll just break again.But then we can make it stronger!It won't make a difference.Well, we have to fix it if it's broken, right?Not unless we stop using it.But we have to use it!We do?We do!It's useless fixing it though; it never stays quite right.Then we'll just have to make sure it does this time, won't we?You know you're just setting yourself up for failure.We'll see. You know we're going to end up using it.And a week after we start using it, it'll break. Again.We just have to learn how to use it properly.And what is this "properly"? Have we been using it dangerously this entire time?Well, no, but—Exactly. It's not us. It's them.You know, you shouldn't blame it on others.Whatever.Why do you never care about it?Why do you care so much about it?
MusicWhat music meansis much more than perceived.Not something newwhich only speaks ofmoney, cars, and weed.Something much better,where the emotions are feltdown to the last letter.Music has saved lives,keeping insanity at bay.Maybe that's whyI listen to it all day.Death stalksbut the music talks.Keeping death awaywith the words sung.When words cannot express,music speaks,showing true feelingsand nothing less.Backed in corners of lifeas reality approachespulling a knife,blast a song,scare away the demon.Music is a saviorwhich can do no wrong.
StrongerI pulled the blade out of my spineAnd stood a little straighter.I stitched my heart back togetherAnd smiled at you again.I wiped the tears from my cheeksAnd slept the entire nightPeacefully.I walked down this winding path with youAnd didn’t get lost.You turned away from meAnd I didn’t give up.When I see you with herI wish you happiness.
Internal Bleeding."I love you."The wordsleft your lipslike bullets,leaving the barrelof a gun."Don't."My very lastDying breathAs each wordHit their target,My hateful,Unworthy heart.