FlatlineI can't breathe It's so coldI'm drowning I can't seeThe light's fadingWhere am I?Who knows I can't hearSirens scream in my ears,Wrapping their fingers around my throatI shout and yell Only to hear silence once againI'm sinking Deeper, darkerUnknown I'm bruised, brokenThe breakers, they're comingThey've always held my handBut now they're letting goI gasp for air as blood fills my lungsI cryMy eyelids feels heavyMy throat is soreThe pulse from my chest grow slowerDarkness surrounds meHope is dimI'm gone
That Child - 1.5-- "IT" --I don't know him anymore. He's not the same "kiddo" he used to be. Who are you now?...Why do I even bother. He can't hear me anymore, can he?He's not the same. He's different.Not because he hugs his torn, tear-stained teddy bear to his chest and needs a night light on 24/7 or he'll start wailing. The fact that there are demented drawings that seems to be drawn by a 3 year old child scattered across the room makes no difference. Only thing that was unsettling was his continuous and seemingly endless stare at a plain, blank wall, standing still before him. His eyes are hollow. He mutters quietly, softer than a whisper, in a language that I, and most likely anyone else, don't, or will ever know. From what I can see, he's only the cold, lifeless shell of my dear ol' "kiddo." Other than that, there's nothing left. Nothing left of him. What are you now?...He giggles. No, not "he", "it.""What are you, what do you see
That Child - 01-- Rise and Shine --"Love. A special feeling for another being or yourself, so warm, it makes you melt. One that all will or have felt at least once in their lifetime, unless, love is their life. Love is what we humans call happiness, and happiness is love."...Don' t screw with me. Liars. There's no such thing. And before I knew this, it was too late. My world had already ended. People like I, who believed in "love" were left to rot in agony from the impact of the harsh reality we've denied. "Love" is only a dream, a delusion we created so we can say to ourselves, "I'm not alone." How stupid. There's no such thing as "love". No such thing... but I wonder, if there was, would you still be together?I stare out the window, counting the raindrops, one by one, as they fall on the glass, only to slip away like everything else had. I've always liked the rain, though, I never knew why. It's quiet. I miss sitting together, laughing together, being t
Jealousy There was a kid who was once friends with a monsterHis only friend, the first one, indeedInvisible to others, to his father and his motherBut happiness, would there lives leadThey had cherished each other's emotionsThey had learned to love both their devotionsBut then one day, the lad went away to play,And it all went downhill from there
SecondsTime goes fastRapid and vastIt has no mind, no body Only eyes to see usGrow and grow and grow; quicklyAnd before we know itIt's goneIt flew awayAbove the land, above the seaAbove the stars, above the skiesAbove you and meSo please, I beg, don't part nowStay here for a little while longerSince, unfortunately,We don't have all the time in the world
RiseThey're still hereThey're resurfacing Slowly, tauntingly,MockinglyAppearing among light and darkGlimpses and flickers of the bright pastAnd a bleak future
Persona There once was a worldWith only me, myself and IYes, only me, myself and II hated me, thus I killed meThen I killed myselfAnd now there is no more of me, myself or I
Remorse Her throat was dry; burningShe hacked and coughed as flames consumed herScreaming in pain, inside and outsideCrying tears, bloody or clearAnd the burning, ungodly witch nailed to a crossBestowed a spell upon all before turning to ashesFor vengeance was all she had on her mindBut when she regretted her curseIt was too late, there was no more timeNo 'redo', 'undo', 'end game', 'restart' or 'replay'Just 'continue' was left for her
Green with EnvyIt came, in the night, in the day,In flames, bursting and igniting all in its pathLeaving behind only ash and leavesIn the sole shade of greenIt came, and swallowed his heart wholeAnd though his face was red as a beetHis heart lost colour and became tainted fastSince that green flame of envy Burnt his heart 'til it was no more than black
I'd Rather Be DeadYou're always asking me if I had anything worth dying for.I'll pose the opposite to you and ask you this:"Why is it that you find life to be worth living?"Is it so interesting to go through each day feeling anxious?To the point that you feel nauseated enough to collapse.Is it so joyous to spend each night staring at a blank ceiling,Hearing the clock tick on toward morning,And yet you lie awake.Tired, but awake, emotionless, but awake...Do you truly get up each day, facing it with optimism.Or do you look at the news and the state of the world,And genuinely fear for your safety?Now, if it were me that you had asked my dear,I'd tell you quite honestly: That I'd rather be dead.At least I would not have to hear the white lie inside my head.That tomorrow will bring me a 'better' day...But of course, you are welcome to believe that.
Stripping MeYou may take what you want from me,Be it my pride or dignity.You may throw insults at me,And burn the shredded pieces of my sanity.You may belittle me, as much as you want,If only to make your meager life worth living.---But even if you do all that...---No one will protect you when I pull you into the dark.No one will try to search for you, as my leather ropes tie you down.No one will hear your screams as metallic screws drive into your face,Etching an eternal smile, since you'll never leave this place..."Now then, my dear sweet James, shall we play our favourite game?"
You are someone's reason to liveShe had skin like a cactus-believing shecould only hurtanyone who gottoo close,forgetting thatinside,she held whatpeople neededmost.
i'd haunt you if you'd like.my hands are paralyzed and you're waiting for me to touch your face,but that doesn't really matter because i'd rather touch your souland if you close your eyes long enough i'll read you poetry as we lay atop the monkeybarsin this old and rusted parkyou can pretend to know the constellations and point them out to me and i'll tell you they're all beautiful, but nothing compared to youif i'm lucky you'll blush and laugh at me,tell me i say the dumbest things but deep down it'll register in your soul just how much i love youand i know they say you can only save yourself, but darling i swear if you'll just have the slightest bit of faith i'll save the fuck out of you or i'll destroy myself trying,because i honestly can't think of any other purpose for my lifeor what smidge of it i've been able to hold on to.
You have to know pain to....Sometimes you have to fall apart.You have to bleed out,In order to have the courage to shout.Against the darkness.You have to know what it's like,To feel disconnected,Separated.From reality.To be best friends with your anxiety,Because it's the only thing to keep you company.Because you've never felt so lonely.Even though you're surrounded in a sea of noise,Which drowns out your voice.As you choke,On society's nooseYou're afraid to cut it loose.Because you don't know what others will think of you.You have to know depression.You have to know what it's like to be alone.You have to know what it's like to be silenced.In order to appreciate breathing,And to fall in love with colors.After being blind,For all of that time.And only being able to see memories,On rewind.In order to appreciate a person's presence.And the feeling,Of content.When you finally find a friend.Who will stick with you until the end.And not judge you for your scars.But loves who you are.In
Hopeful HeartThe sky is pitch blackAnd so is my heartAfter all the painI went throughAfter all the effortFor a lost causeSo I look upLooking for a starA ray of lightTo guide me awayAway from this darkness inside my heart
We Only Live To DieThis is what we live for—these whispers on our lipsThe drying bits of blood on our paper-cut fingertipsOpening the letters that we left our future selvesA bittersweet reminder of those storybooks on the shelvesThis is what we live for – this emotion in our soulsThe torture and the bittersweet moments of lost controlBiting cracked lips with the dirt beneath our nailsThese moments of imperfection as our trains of thought derailThis is what we live for – shutting doors and opening eyesSmiling for a moment, before the tears reveal our liesThis is what we live for, this reality, this life…This is what we live for,As we only liveTo die.
is this what nostalgia taste like?i'm reminded of things i'd rather forget,i have memories of words that were never said.each time i look in a mirrori see you over my shoulder, studying the lines forming on my face.i'm growing old, older than i should be;middle-aged, but drowning in high school.i think i used to know where i'm going,but now my best guess is the grave;i think i died when i met you,but that's okay with me, i was dying anyway.
.Were I not me, and you not youI might just say I love you, too.
TearsDon't cryYou have friendsYou have familyYou have loveDon't cryYou have shelterYou have foodYou have waterDon't cryYou have everything you needDon't cryFor there's still hope