No moreSlit my wrists and hope to die
Sit around and wonder why
I love you and you love me
But I want to be set free
Because of you I can't leave
Loving you is my pet peeve
Close your eyes, don't watch me fall
Cuz I'll want to end it all
I don't know if I'm still here
Or if I've succumbed to fear
I can live this life no more
I lay silent on the floor
I have no more tears to shed
Close my eyes, lay down my head
Slowly let my smile fade
Wonder if I should have stayed
ListenStop whatever you're doing
Don't listen to those fake thoughts
Put your hand over your heart
Do you feel that
Do you feel the beat
You're body is pulsating
And with light
And if you listen close enough
You can actually hear that in those beats
It's like listening to a clock ticking through time
Now, that's how to REALLY listen to your heart
And once you hear it's beauty
You'll want to hear more
So maybe it's time that you listen to someone else's heart too
Hearts beat in sinc
Just like how my heart beats for you
Let's take a break from this nightmare
Put your head on my chest
As my heart beats for you
And let our hearts gradually beat slower
As we fall asleep
Into a better dream
BurnCan you hear me?
Can you see me?
Do you fear me?
Could you be me?
What do you think?
Could it be true?
Is it possible,
That I could be you?
What do you say?
You sense that I'm here,
And I'm here to stay.
The words don't come out right,
The pain just stays in,
And there's nothing you can do about it,
No way you can win.
So let me hold you,
And watch you burn.
From dust you came,
To dust you return.
Read those words again
And that's exactly
What I did
I turned to you
"Do you think
That I might
And you said
But you did know
Would do anything
To help prevent it
Up to me"
Then I worried
Because you are my strength
You lifted up my chin
With your gentle grasp
And gazed into
My pool of tears
With your very own
"Even if you do
End up broken again
I will still be there
To pick up the pieces
By my side
In my heart
I knew I wouldn't fall apart again
We'd fall togeter
FarDeep or shallow
Full or hollow
After a while you don't even know
It all rushed so fast, yet went so slow
The signs are clearly starting to show
And now you're afraid as to how far you'll go
are you there?
I can feel your eyes boring into me,
I can sense your stare."
Is that all you have to say?
You have no words of "hope" to tell
Before I fade away?
I've come to heal.
I know exactly how you feel."
"You know nothing!" I harshly whispered.
"I refuse to take off the mask I have on.
The damage has already been done and it's irreversible now,
for I am already gone."
"What?" You uttered.
"What do you mean?"
Wow, you're clueless. But it is pitch dark,
so I guess the blood can't be seen.
"It's all over now." I whispered,
finally a real expression of peace on my face.
Now I finally saw that "hope" you spoke of,
as I slipped away, smiling and staring off into space.
Blend InWith sharp words and empty smiles
You discovered the will and strength that I was lacking
You took a swing at me and liked the power
So you just kept on attacking
You pushed me down and hovered over me
You lunged at old scars and kept on hacking
Your grin full of satisfaction and eyes full of venom
Because you could see I was breaking and cracking
Then I'm not quite sure what happened next
But I was aware of your feet clicking and clacking
Though I knew you were fleeing
I was unaware of what sent you packing
As I picked myself up, my vision was blurring
I collapsed in a corner, my mind slurring and slacking
My wish to "blend into the scenery" had come true
As I slipped away and became part of the wall to which I was still backing
WingsA rip and a tear
The glimmer of dim light causing the metal to glare
But we won't stop there
Because this is the only thing for which we still care
With every drop, we're falling fast and falling faster
Pushed to the edge by life's unmerciful disaster
The pure cruelty of this world hidden by lies
Kept caged behind sorrowful, sullen, sunken, dull eyes
And that's only part of our mask
But you should know better than to ask
Because after the first couple of cracks and chips
We decidedly seal our fake-smiling lips
For we are already weakened and wish to hurt no more
We're still trying to heal the hole you unknowingly tore
For when you went, emptiness was left behind
We can't believe we trusted you, we were childish, stupid, and blind
You must remember we're fragile and scared though we hate to admit
With every pang of guilt and shame, you know where it's going to hit
And because our mask isn't easily
You Deserve to SmileDo what you have to do to be happy.
Eat an entire chocolate cake,
Swallow all the pills you need to take -
'Medication' isn't a dirty word.
Wear a princess dress
Or a band t-shirt with
Jeans in distress -
Boy or girl or anything in between,
Stand before that mirror
Take a twirl
And see how beautiful you are.
Go for a run,
Have some fun,
Watch Netflix until your eyes burn,
Curl up in bed -
Take a vacation from your head.
Phone a friend
And talk for hours,
Or stay in your room
And wait for the darkness
To end -
No need to pretend,
Just do what you need.
Paint a picture
Or write a sonnet,
Or just sit still
And breathe -
Pick some flowers,
Just for yourself -
You are just as special
As anyone else.
Can You Hold on One More Day?I read a poem about a boy.
Who had lost all of his pride and joy.
He wore his heart on his sleeves.
Which were stained red,
From all of the blood that he bled.
The boy died...
By the blade of a knife.
That he ran up and down his wrists.
And I couldn't help but cry.
That poem was fake.
There wasn't such a boy.
It wasn't a true story.
But... Then I began to realize.
That just because it wasn't that specific boy.
There are others just like him.
Begging for death.
Slitting their wrists,
And hoping to die.
Because so many times,
And so many times,
But nothing gets better!
I just wanted to say,
I've been that boy.
At some point.
I felt that way.
And I just wanted to say,
I am so sorry.
I know it hurts but hang on another day.
Please, stay with me dear.
Don't join that boy,
No, not tonight.
Stay with me,
quirks.when i was a child:
i loved to steal.
i would go around my neighborhood
and steal lawn ornaments.
at daycare, i would steal money
once, i stole my next door neighbor’s
when my parents confronted me,
the lie was smooth and solid:
i saw so-and-so take it.
when i was a child:
i loved to lie.
i would make up stories
to get reactions out of people.
to see if they’d believe me.
once, i convinced my friend charlotte
that i had twenty-four hours to live.
when she burst into tears,
i had to bite my tongue
to keep from laughing.
when i was a child:
i loved animals.
i would lock my dog in the closet
and in the bathroom.
a lot of my neighbors left birdcages out
during the day
so i set all of the birds free.
once, i imagined what it would be like
to kill an animal.
then, i imagined what it would be like
to run over it repeatedly
with a car
so i did it with my scooter
to a rose i found
because it was red
when i was a
Suckerpunch SweetheartRed lipstick war paint
I am a soldier in my own war;
A force split in two sides.
I am a force of nature
Bring about my own rapture
And I’ll bring you to your knees.
Little girl lost.
Cut off my hair
Cut into my skin
Pretty princess girl
Let me in
Let me in.
Sugar in my veins
And poison in my heart;
I can turn blood
Into a work of art.
I won’t go there again
Won’t do it
A sea of hands
In my head.
A universe inside.
Just what's inside.
Eternity Comes Only Once
...In a dream of eternal youth
with beautiful eyes and unspoken truths,
dancing on a thin thread drawn by Selena
in a blue night when all four winds talking about peace;
...In that unique poem when love
shines more than the Sun God on your ring finger,
weaving lasting hopes on a delicate cobweb
in a white day of the beginning of all beginnings;
...In a cold afternoon of December
with memories which surrounds the Arctic Circle,
melting everlasting snows that floods the time,
paradoxically, leaving behind them the fire which burns your heart;
....In the black hole of a single moment,
with pain, with answers, with courage, maybe with joy, or Not,
Waltz with the time between seconds,
Eternity comes only once...
Unanswered QuestionsMy little sister.
Asked me why,
Beautiful people had to die.
And I didn't have an answer for her,
Because I've asked the same thing,
So many times.
My little sister,
Asked me why my uncle self medicated,
She asked me why there were blood stains,
In the hall.
I didn't have an answer for her,
Because I didn't want to tell her,
Where the blood came from.
My little sister,
Asked me why mother never smiled anymore.
Why she kept us locked out,
Behind closed doors.
She asked me why,
Mother always cried.
And I didn't have an answer for her.
Because I didn't want to tell her,
Where daddy went.
My little sister,
Asked me why I never answered her.
And I said,
If I told you,
You'd feel like all of us,
i cradle my hope
with both hands,
as if holding it close
will give it the warmth
to stay alive.
when you come near
it flares and rustles,
begging to take flight;
yet i am both caress
we have confused our signals,
mixed our drinks and
closure looms ominous
but i would rather forget
than be caught in this
luminous void of
i am weak
you are blind,
perhaps we could be
if only we spoke.
you have unknowingly
in helical fundamentals
about my identity,
shaped me in
the embers of
i wish i knew
when to release
this frail hope.
we're both drunk
and you're shaking,
caught in a moment
neither here nor now.
bring you back to
the present, and i linger
but you are eager to eclipse
so you run.
i'm too afraid to ask,
but at least the question's
we're both cowards.
Demons Can Feel TooI'll admit that I'm a demon.
I'm cold and cruel,
Hateful and quick to anger.
I prefer darkness over light.
But demons can have feelings too.
I can be hurt, offended.
I can be sympathetic.
I can care for other people
And I can love.
I may be a cruel being.
Excessively so at times.
But that doesn't make me heartless.
Though I may seem so,
I do have a heart.
And I do use it.
Just not often.
Because the problem with having a heart
Is it can be broken.
And I don't want a broken heart.
I think maybe that's why demons seem so cruel and hateful.
They're just afraid of getting hurt.
Although I really like this poem's presentation, I don't like what is being implicated in it. I won't say DSH is a good thing, but I agree, this poem was inventive about how it portrayed DSH (it might have been clichéd by the ending, but overall, I wasn't expecting it).
Things should turn out better soon. I'm praying that they do for you.