Dust
Footprint
Reminder
Behind is a trace
It is a grey color
In its place I take a step
I watch as the sun rises now
Dust
Footprint
Reminder
Behind is a trace
It is a grey color
In its place I take a step
I watch as the sun rises now
Dolly was dirty from playing some games
And went home to have a wash
She got some soap and a cloth
And had a good wash
But the dirt just didn’t come off
She scrub scrubbed away
For most of the day
But the dirt just didn’t come off
She clawed at her skin
To cleanse within
But the dirt just didn’t come off
She was all red and all sore
But she tore and she tore
But the dirt just didn’t come off
She chiseled at the bone
Sobbed for what she didn’t know
But that dirt just never came off
At an age I do not remember…
He loved me. He cherished me,
I can tell from the photos.
But sometimes photos
do not capture
true feelings.
They do not capture,
the despair on my mothers face,
when she tried to console my shaking body.
They do however capture,
the love on my mothers face
as she looked at he and I.
Her young naive love.
For a man that would later,
break her heart and leave their child.
Photos can capture
the twinkle in a newborn’s eyes,
and the light rose color of her cheeks.
But […]
I want this ceiling to crash and fall before I do
I want the pipes to break and flood the floor before my blood does
I want to see this building demolished before my life ends
One small crack
One small cut
Is only the beginning of destruction
I want to see this ceiling crash and fall
I want to see the pipes break and flood the floor with water
I want to see this building demolished
I don’t want my life to crash and fall
I don’t want my blood to flood the floor
I don’t want my life to end
It’s only one small crack easily mended
It’s only one small cut easily covered with a […]
I’ve always wanted to submerge myself into something that would help numb these feelings,
I’ve always wanted to experience that complete lostness you see in someone deep into their work,
I’ve always envied that.
I’ve tried to lose myself in alcohol,
but these feelings make is seem as if I’m drinking poison.
I’ve tried to lose myself in drugs,
but these feelings make the strongest “uppers” into downers.
I knew these weren’t positive things to lose myself in,
but I didn’t care,
I was so desperate.
I’ve always wanted to be a great writer,
I wanted to paint beautiful scenes with my words,
but creativity […]
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.
~ […]
I love it when you
Curl your arms around my neck
And sink your teeth into my shoulder
And twist my heart to bloody ribbons
Snapping.
I love it when you
Kill me in every way possible
And suffocate me under your breathless thoughts
And line-dance across my skin
Crimson.
I love it when you
Press on me like a weight
And hollow me out like a hole
And twirl me along the edge of the roof
Dangling.
I love it when you
Whisper dark nothings into my ear
And make my heart beat faster
And kiss my hand goodbye
Fallen.
But I love it most when you
Leave me alone with the crowd
And hide yourself away somewhere lost
And forget about me
Please.
I hate it when […]
Burning, twisting, turning.
Coiled posed to strike.
The feeling in my stomach,
I feel it through the night.
Calling, pleading, and begging,
For help from my plight.
But no one seems to hear me,
Screaming for my life.
And so here the journey ends,
Though justly it was not.
Life is for the living.
And now I am not.
Burning, twisting, turning.
Coiled posed to strike.
My dear family, let us not pretend
that this is not a relief
My dear friends, let us not pretend
that this is not a relief
because I am too tired to pretend
that I’m still going to live
Good Riddance.
1 became 2, then 2 to 4. 1 cut every time my heart fell to the floor.
4 became 5, then 5 to 8. 1 cut every time I’ve experienced self-hate.
8 became 9, then 9 to 11. 1 cut every time I wish I was in Heaven.
11 became 12, then 12 to 16. 1 cut every time they were ever mean.
16 became 17, then 17 to 21. 1 last cut before my life was done.
1 cut, 2 cut, 3 cut, 4.
Loss of blood, my mind began to flood, as my life went on no more.
Self-Harm is like a drug […]
i cry
and scream
whenever i come crashing down
from my high.
it’s the disorder-
the disease-
that pushes me
taunts me
backs me up into a corner
until one day
i’ll crash down
so hard
i’ll end up a corpse
because that’s exactly what my mind wants.
it’s fucking sick,
i hate the mocking
and the teetering off the edge
and i don’t know
if i’ll ever be able to reach that day
where i can give a big fuck you
Everytime I try to write a poem it just ends up being depressing, I wrote a depressing poem and tried to make it more positive by ending it with a good message but others aren’t so pleasant:
Some people don’t know the truth,
But I’ve uncovered the proof.
The world out there sucks,
It’s evil, cruel and vicious
Life is a malicious *****.
You must believe me
I’ve suffered the pain
And felt my work was all in vain
I have had depression
It attacks your mind with great aggression
The little words you speak,
They keep breaking me, making me grow weak.
I don’t want to die
During the day my smile hides my feelings,
at night they come out,
that dull, empty feeling,
consumes me.
The urges come back,
my mind wonders.
How can you be so sad,
when no one has a clue,
I’m the master of disguise,
My feelings are my shadow,
my black cape I hide behind.
The darkness is death – we can speak, but we are not heard. We can scream but they turn their backs. We can run, but we cannot catch them. It is the dream where arms and legs won’t work they way they should, and the air is too thick to breathe. Loved ones walk a mile ahead, forgetting to stop as we fall behind. This is the reality of the darkness. We are buried alive inside ourselves. ”
– Dana-Christene Umanetz
I think a lot about killing myself. Not like a point on a map, but rather like a glowing exit sign at a show that’s never been quite bad enough to make me wanna leave. See, when I’m up I don’t kill myself because holy shit- there is SO much left to do. And when I’m down I don’t kill myself because then the sadness would be over, and the sadness is my old paint under the new. The sadness is the house fire or the broken shoulder, I’d still be me without it, but I’d be so boring. – Neil Hilborn, “The Future”
http://suicideproject.org/wp-content/uploads/2014/06/Yiruma-Moon-Light.mp3
I’m tired. I’m just tired.
I’m tired of food. I’m tired of television. I’m tired of work. I’m tired of school. I’m tired of going outside. . I’m tired.
Anytime someone asks how I am, my answer isn’t “I’m fine”
The answer is “I’m tired”
I’ve lost any shred of hope that I might of had. And I don’t see the point.
And the funny thing? I’m tired…but I can’t sleep.
I guess I’m not physically tired. I’m mentally and emotionally tired.
I don’t know what to do with my life anymore.
I don’t feel like going anywhere. I don’t feel like talking.
I seriously […]
This feeling of numbness takes over,
Emotions no longer exist,
No happy, no sad, no scared and no mad,
And the numbness I cannot resist.
It follows me around like a shadow,
It’s dark and gloomy and dull,
Like a storm cloud hovering over my head,
And the huge world around me makes me feel small.
Living is a struggle that cannot be compared,
And everyday things are complex,
But I manage to get around and do things I love,
Though to do them are difficult projects.
Day by day and night by night,
The numbness never leaves,
Depression is hard and it weighs me […]
you come
crying
and eating
growing
your halo of gold
i take it
i steal you away chil’
to my palace
in the darkness
i shape you
molded clay
becoming
red and black
devil chil’
you are mine
now go
out into the sun
into the moonlight
break them chil’
tear them
kill their babies
poison their water
burn their crops
break the glass
shattering
make them crumble
give them
infernal fire
watch
as they turn to ash
go forth chil’
leave your chocolate behind
and become the devil
this world will end
you are
darkness
my creation
burn them all
I found these well going through the documents on my Ipad… Â I know they probably aren’t any good so I just decided to post them on here, at least then I’ll be using them for something. Â Again, sorry if they are total crap I wrote them when I was really upset and struggling and yeah…
When I’m Alone
When your around, my face is empty of emotion
When they surround me, I only show the lies that they want to hear
When I’m alone?
When I’m alone is when the truth comes out
When I’m alone the tears last forever
When I’m alone the darkness never ends
When I’m alone I’m weak
When I’m […]
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