I hate how you have to be easy, confident and convenient for people to like you. If you’re fucked up it’s like you’re made of poison.
Twisted and ill thoughts,
Shallow breathing,
Slit your wrists,
Forget the bleeding,
Go ahead, pull your hair,
A few more dull razors,
The memory is still there,
Close those big shiny, brown eyes,
They’re still watching, just in disguise,
The nightmares still haunt you in your dreams,
To all your monsters, you’re just a puppet on strings.
Feb. 8th I tried to kill myself. I have never attempted anything like this before, but God knows I have been thinking about it for way too long. I was down stairs doing some practice cuts on my wrist, just to see how hard I needed to press and figure the whole mess out. The first cut was quite demeaning. I think one drop fell out, so I tried again in a new spot, harder this time. This time I got a good amount to come out. As I was getting ready to go even deeper and harder I dropped the razor blade and it […]
Put some white roses on my casket.
Make my grave shallow so I can feel the rain.
And burn all my things. Especially my poetry.
This is not how I want to be remembered.
I have been growing my viking beard for a few months, everyone compliments me on it. I originally grew it out of depression but now I like it. So strange, I just wanted to look different, apart from the masses and now people look at me like i have courage or something, like i know something they don’t. Well I don’t. They think I’m happy and unique when really i am angry and depressed. I wanted to be left alone but now people want to talk to me. No one impressive talks to me. I am very dissatisfied with life. I feel like no one […]
i’m tired of living. i can’t seem to focus on what i have and what i need to do. objectively i should be happy. i have a job, a roof under my head, food to eat and clothes to wear and yet somehow, i feel like something’s missing. i have no passion to live and i can’t help but feel i’ve been left behind in life. i feel i’ve sacrificed the entirety of my existence fitting into a mold i was given that i never even wanted. never had a real connection with anyone, never been in a relationship, nothing. shallow i know… and possibly not even […]
I honestly don’t know anything anymore, I’m not sure why I am here, what my purpose is, or why I do any of the things I do, but I do them. My suicidal tendencies continue to stay in my mind, and in the last 24 hours they have grown considerably. Now that I think about it, the last time I left the house to do anything social was months ago, sometime around February. That part I don’t fully understand more than most things. I consider myself, and I’ve been told by other they consider me, to be a kind person, quite fun and a good […]
I don’t particularly like this. Idk. It’s a little weird for me. It’s meant to be more of a story then a poem. I think it’s a bit shallow and self-involved. Tell me what you think.
Once upon a time there was a girl
There were many girls, but this girl had a head full of words
There were many words, but these words were full of her sadness
This girl was full of sad stories made of sad words
Once upon a time she was strong
She was full of strength, because she was strong to fight the pain
She was full of pain, a pain […]