Junk fucked grunge and grime and became punk in time followed by this dope laced rhyme is blue lips and rolled back eyes with a rope tied tight you might find the right side of life when every body is done crying at your funeral they go back home and do the same thing as you but they don’t understand the point of view you had and why you choose to tie ropes to rocks and throw those hopes over the beam tied real tight so you could kick the chair from under your feet in the same place under that bridge you used […]
Aimless and directionless
No vision, no love, no compassion
Nothing, constant pain
Were the sky’s ever clear in my life?
No
Day one was full of sun
Day two had made it through
Day three was on its knees
Day four didn’t want anymore
Day five never made it out alive
I tired to make it rhyme, didn’t come out so great, but I still liked it. And the weird thing about this poem is that I didn’t even have to think so hard about it, I just wrote what came to mind.
When you read this poem, what were you picturing or thinking of? (Just wondering)
I need help.. I don’t want to live anymore, but I don’t want to die… I just want to dissapear off the face of the earth, I just want the pain to stop. My heart feels like it’s going to explode… Maybe I should start cutting again…
For I am alone in this world,
my life has succumbed to a ball of nothingness and my heart,
Well my cold black heart longs to no longer beat.
My mind sit and ponders over the though of the bitter sweet relief
that death shall bring.
For I am alone in this world,
I have time to sit.
I have time to regret.
I have time to hate.
I have time to become the monster that I stand to be in this moment.
And I have time to wish away my future.
For I am alone in this world.
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Something akin to a smoker with no cigarettes
a junky with no junk
My soul is unsatiated, a hollow heart for a friend.
This pain is ongoing, unending, unyielding, unceasing
Carving away at an already empty vessel.
If this body could lie down and never awake
If this soul could fly up and out and on
Into the darkness
The vast darkness.
There is comfort in an enveloping never ending darkness
A place with no pain.
It is the moon that haunts me.
Watching me from above
It stares and beckons
Full and Red.
My joy taken
With the waning of the wilted beast.
Mind is turned against me in Mutiny.
Preservation; no longer a concern
Until I realise
It never was.
I’m scared of what I’ve become
And for those who may follow.
Apologies have no place here.
For I will never be able to ask your forgiveness.
All I have left
All I ever was
Is your unconditional love.
I am […]