For your poems.
im nearly eighteen. i have less than a month
how. how and why?
why do i have to become an adult when i didn’t get to be a child?
i want those 9 years back. give them back.
give it back. i want my innocence back. why did they steal it?
why did they take so much from me?
i don’t want this. i don’t.
where did the time go
where
******!!!! ******, ******, ******!!! it’s summer once again, ******!!!!
do you remember last august, ******???? last september??? nOVembEr????? hoOW ABOUT OCTOBER, ******???
DO YOU REMEMBER, ******?
DO YOU???
DO YOU REMEMBER WHAT YOU DID LAST AUGUST???? LAST SEPTEMBER??? NOVEMBER? HOW ABOUT OCTOBER, ******????
ARE YOU GOING TO FIND ME AGAIN, ****** ??
ARE YOU GOING TO MAKE ME BLEED AGAIN???? ARE YOU?
ARE YOU GOING TO TRAP ME AGAIN?? CUT ME OPEN?? ARE YOU GOING TO, ******???
YOUR HANdS Are SO CoLD, ******.
iLOVEYOU I HATE YOU I HATE YOU I HATE YOU
i am ruined. i am disgusting. i am used. i am repulsive. i am unclean. i am filthy. i am tainted.
disgusting.
the memory of what you did to me makes me feel disgusting
you ruined me
im filthy
i will never be clean
emptiness feelings. I try to do things to keep me looking stable live. But when I get caught up in my Imagination/daydream like state. The Thoughts becomes a scenes like from movie’s trying to find place for the roles. I lose my role as a director and end up finding Myself as a viewer to my own life. I watch everything go by. I’m used to this. I’ve seen these same events. I know where it leads to. But don’t know why I let it happen. I’ve really stop caring a long time ago about my well being. When I do something that hurt’s myself […]
Live in the present moment, no time no space just yourself and your surroundings. Breathing in the same air the same environment. Not knowing the known. Erasing the the way of living that was taught since birth.
“imagine what would it feel like to be In peace?” Freedom, gratitude? What are those really like? How come these thoughts Always Intrigues my mind… Is it because I’m so used to the pain suffering that I’ve caused myself.
Easily influenced by the outside world. But hard headed when it comes to Helping myself. Thinking about not deserving to have that kind of life which I desire.. sad truth. I […]
Maybe the life I’ve build, is the one I deserve. But is it really fair for someone to only be able to build a Horror-Mansion, while others get a Dreamhouse done.? They call it ‘having the tools to deal with setbacks’. I’ve never aquired anything more than a pair of old rusty scissors, to cut the caution tape, that I’ve wrapped around my Mansion, for normal folks to stay away.
Trespassers would still get in. They love being part of the haunted feeling once in a while. They’re lucky they get to leave that feeling, because I don’t. I have to stay here, isolated and question […]
Logic
By ClaboC
You’re there
Peering out on the edge of the window
You look down
A chasm deeper than the Mariana
You’re above it but still drowning
Till finally, you feel the push
Was it the wind?
Was it your fears?
No, you were thrown.
Discarded by some fool who’d lost grip on reality
And there goes gravity
You fall
The suffocating turns into air
Air into freedom
Freedom into fear
Fear… then, regret
It’s too late
You’re already falling
No parachute to save you now
And god is on a business call
…
…
…
Concrete, bones
Screams, cries
What is real?
Who knows, cause now the only thing real is the pain.
The suffering you once felt is gone
Replaced by pain indescribable with words
You’re dying
The clock ticks
Everything ever, flows […]