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i can drown myself
in alcohol
it never really
helps at all
no matter how much shit
i inhale through my nose
“Almost”
An adjective meaning very near or not quite.
What a terrible word that holds a painful truth.
I dread these six letters, as anyone would.
I hate what I see
When I look at you.
When I look at me.
That reflection staring back at me
Makes me want to
Puke my soul out
And scream my heart out.
“You disgust me.”
For one does not know the meaning of love
Until one has fallen captive
For now, they think of only the other
And how it all had happened
Is Love being tucked gently in a warm blanket by
kind hands in December
or is Love sharp pain like shattered glass,
cold and unforgiving in your bones?
Everyone has at least one
A voice in their head
Some have multiple
Some have good ones
Some not so good
The ones that encourage them
The ones that put them down
The ones that inspire change
Putting on a fake smile
To keep the questions away
To keep the pain away
To keep the memories away
Love is unbearable
it would be terrible.
Feeling the pain
believing he has something to gain.
You missed the day in biology when your teacher went over
the composition of the human body.
Maybe if you knew you were 93% stardust
you wouldn't have sparked your supernova,
Pleasure.
But only for a few hours, until the high is over.
Tension rises till the climax is reached. And when it hits it's done.
It hurts so much,
You kill me with every touch,
I put on a mask because I don’t want anyone to worry,
Not that anyone’s going to help me in a hurry,
I look in the mirror every day and see myself
and ask what am i to everyone else
I've been called ugly names
that bring to my heart lots of pain
sometimes i feel sad and lonely
Let this be your first night of happiness.
Let all your fear and troubles dissolve away into the darkness
Let this night, be a peaceful moment full of bliss and relaxation
You could see the brokenness of her heart in her lovely green eyes.
Hear her cry of help through her soft sweet smile.
You could feel the emptiness,
the cold lingering sadness of her soul,
I write you this letter as I lay belly-down on the now very faded hammock in our backyard. The same hammock you and I would lay on for hours telling stories and sharing secrets.
I have been poisoned by love
For that guilt-free face and
those baneful smiles
But it is my will
My heart dances with your shadow
And flees with your dreams
They called me an idiot
I watch them fly away
My hopless heroes
The only ones I've ever known
Scortched capes torn to shreds trialing behind them
They don't go to save the day
They've lost too many times
