Every time my heart is broken, Love spills out and pure blood's on the floor — bubbling like soup, it fizzles out, the spark dies, and the patch stains, soaking into the cracks of the bedroom carpet. What must must I do? I can't carry it in my hands. It'll only get taken away.
It’s okay to be silent You don’t always have to talk Only talk when it means something You can’t control how other people feel You’re not rude for taking care of yourself Find peace within yourself Learn to enjoy just being Enjoy the silence, the clarity if you don’t want to talk, don’t talk. You are in control.
Imagine ghosts haunting you day and night and you’re the only one that can see them They can touch you but you can’t touch them, and The only way to move them away is to be okay with seeing ghosts That’s what mental illness is like.
I love the smell of a cold, rainy night so brittle, the air freezes in my nostrils It’s sobering in a way with my lamp on and I, with my head poking out my window a great time to smoke But I quit last week The music of the raindrops will suffice The moisture turns the estate into wetlands I can smell the earth three stories high It’s consoling in a way With my record playing and I, sitting here writing this poem.
middle men in devil comstumes could never take what we had sown together at the atriums, the string only loosened We thought it broke apart at the seams, tearing like flesh Turns out we didn't give each other enough space to move.
To those now lost: The love was always there, the hate was just stronger. The fear was even worse.
Sleepy-eyed, the curtains put me to sleep. Shrouded, The room darkens. I ease, I drift my head down -- It's all becoming dream. The weariness is intoxicating. Must it feel so good, yet so wrong? I'm put to bed by demons -- I purr, snoring. Tears freeze in my eyes. Heavy heart of stone, shattered eyes of glass. I can finally see that I'm a fraud. I lay to rest, it's all I can do. Close my eyes -- End the pain, End today.
My heart bleeds too I may not cry but I hurt I seek adventure -- A call for meaning A chance for awakening An urge for retribution I want to see the sun lensed through different skies Dance on the edge of the earth I'm no robot I'm a human being I need to be free I need to be me.
I hate the outside world so much all it does is make me feel like shit Pointing out my inadequacies Causing me to compare myself Remind me that I'm broke Tell me too much info about "news" and futile opinions -- I don't care. Turn the music up. I just want to forget it all It infuriates me, the virtual shouting. The memes are cool though. But I'm much more happier Just living my life Cleaning my room Having fun and watching sunsets.