empty.run through the hallwaysi stumbleblindsit down in the crowded cafeteriai have no appetitestarvedno sound but breathingi can't heardeafcan't feel my heartbeatit's too cold for touchnumbno words on my tongueI breathe but I'm not alivejust like this piece of paperempty
Red TearsA cloud over red tears falldown miseryfills the empty roomwatch me watch me drown faultshakesquakestill I am no morejusta cloudweeping redtearsthat shouldn't bemine
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2. complicatedfrom copper wireswe are twisted pinkies andempty passageways ofstained glass and weighed-down bricksand spring glory and summer windowswe are desertsand forestsbound by the gravity of your galaxy eyeswe arecomplicatedwe are beautifuland anonymouswe are silentand laughter will be joyful when wesee our reflections blended in the pond with duckweed and clear blue bloodwe are parted lips of salted ocean breezesand treacherous as onebut nothing without the otherit's complicated.
Look Up at the Starslook up at the starssurrounded by each othera blanket of darkness lets them shinelook up at the starsI am aloneThey are like me, but I, not like themBecause I am aloneIn a world full of strangersI am aloneIn this land full of dangersandno one to catch me when I fall alone
can't let goI can’t do it.I can’t.I’m sorry. It’s cold today, as I walk down the streets of Manhattan. Crowds bustle around me, yet the world is strangely silent. The sky is gray, and the half-melted snow burns my eyes. I’m bound for hell. echo.echo. I’m blinded now, blinded by your words, blinded by the smoke in the air, blinded by sun, blinded by snow. Maybe it’s just me. ButThose demons.They haunt me, they drag me down, with every step I take.I try to hide it, but I know you can tell, every time you look into my eyes. I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I can’t save myself anymore. They haunt you too now. They drag you down with me, and with every second you try to help me up, tugging at my hand, begging me, begging me not to give up, we fall deeper. I’m sorry. Please l
am ibreathingthe darknesslurking in the blinding sunshineit is destroying me.i amdelusional in a different kind of wayneed everything i lostsay somethingpleasehelp me throughit's so beautiful up here but i am too scared to fallfor youare you still listeningcan you still hear me from your grave(wilted roses at the floor ourhaunted ocean ballroom)i have fallen too late.
We are the broken ones.kiss my scars tonight, i will dream in your armsof stars shining brightBecause the world is in flames around usFlames as bright and blinding as the sunThe world is in storms around usThose storms are deafening and loud while we runDon't you believe meWon't you believe meLet us be brave andCry our tears awayThese aren't lies,They are battle cries,We will make it throughI will see you throughThe sadness, through the painWe are the broken ones. We are the torn.We are the homesick ones, we are the worn.Tell me you'll love me when the sun turns blue,Tell me you'll love me like the garden spruce,We are the broken ones, we are the shatteredWe are the warriors, bloody and batteredTell me you'll love me when the oceans are dryTell me you'll love me when I can't even cryWe are the broken ones.We will make it through.Together we
kissing the sky.All I hear is your voice, half lost in the pouring rainI used to run with you, laughing, tasting the delicious dewdrops on my tongueAnd do you remember those days, back when we were beautifulBefore the storms came, and the snow buried our footprints.We reached for each other, we are so close, but we are chained, will be chained for a thousand yearsI will wait for eternityWe lock our eyes, dripping like the sky we are too low to see, silence filling up the sound ofthe rain, what used to be happy, beautifulAnd sadness rules us now, love
The Dark ForestThe dark forestIt takes you inAnd comes when you least expect itThe dark forestComfort youBut at the same time it’s your graveyard of memoriesAs you venture deeper into the darknessYou feel this presence sitting on your shoulderAs it gets comfortable you remember the feelingAnd it fills you with frightThe dark forestHorrible in its own wayYou hate being there but you’ve know it for so longThe dark forestInside there is no turning backWhile you know you don’t want to do thisAnd as you reach the end you see the a shovelThe presence gets stronger as you pick it upYou walk a little longer until you get to a holeYou jump down inside it and start diggingSlowly but surely you can’t get outAnd when you’re trapped there only others can save youBut you’re to insecure to accept the helpEven though the wounds on your arms, tells all your talesAnd how you started digging that hole
Bipolar Depression: The BladeShe looks at herself in the mirror.Her eyes look at themselves dead center.Her vision slowly drags down her almost bare body.Her pale skin, Perfection. Unscathed.Smooth. Angel like.Her brown eyes’ gaze fall to her hand,Gripping the Blade.Her dark eyes were full of lust.Blood thirst.Nothing else was thought.Her body fills with rage,The Blade spurs up to her face,Suddenly stopping.She glides the smooth end of steelAgainst her cheek.She wanted the pain.She wanted the scars.Blood.Looking into her eyes,The Blade was placed above them.Pressure against the delicate skin,Slicing violently she cursed herself.Blood streams down her face.The smell is overwhelming.The Darkness took her soul.She licks the blood,Same movement,Of cutting her lips open to her cheeks.Her perfected face is gone.Limb by limb,The Blade slicesFor the sweet agonyOf Pain.Along the collar boneTallied arm and legsBloody as hellDripping red.She looks at her own reflection.One last tim
LacerationsLacerationsby AtreyudrksthourFlesh torn from gnawed boneYou really thought you were going home?Uncontrollable cannibalistic instinctLimitless desire; the funeral pyreIt’s what you were meant forIt’s what you will die forPsychotic self obsessionRipping, tearing mindless goreYou’ll never forget what you sawA mockery of a failed existenceCrumbles to ash with the sands of timeDesperate to retain possessionOf useless pointless hopeless dreamsFeeling the grip tighteningNever fading, always hidingWaiting for vulnerability, the time to strikeParasitic leechA soulless depiction of life once livedA sculptor’s interpretationOf thoughts once hadHear it sputter painful wordsUseless pitiful spineless wormYou’ll never learnThis world owes you nothingAnd no one cares
My MaskI put my mask on.Time to face the day.Time to plaster on a smile.Time to pretend it's okay.I want to crawl in bed.Leave the world behind.You're too ugly to go out,whispers my mind.I know I am,I stifle a cry.I want to leave,I want to die.My mask is done,and I have to go.Time to face the people.Time to put on my show.
Carry onShe can hit me,but I won't cry out.I'm too numb to fight,too tired to shout.I just want to rest.To stop all the tears.I'm tired of trying.Exhausted by all these years.Leave me alone.I'm nothing anymore.Just an empty shell,That's not worth crying for.Don't call my name.I don't exist.She's weathered me away.With word and fist.I'll stop now.You don't care.I'm just a girl.Caught in suicide's snare.From now on,I won't speak,I won't try.I won't be a freak.I'll just fade.slowly, till I'm gone.So I won't be a bother.So your life can carry on.
Her VoiceHer voice, that of which utters words of love, Speak softer than feathers of a dove. Her words show Him faithful promise, He believes Her, hoping He won't trip upon this.Her voice is that which beauty is given, A voice of an angel sent from Heaven. Her syllables singing throughout His ear, Her leaving turns out to be His biggest fear.Her voice is everything He wants, It's what He breathes, He's happy for once. He hopes with Her for that happy ending, Their love will always be transcending.
What Poetry is to MeWhat poetry is to me, Is an escape into a mindless sea, A place where I can write endlessly, About the wonders and ruins of this world I see.What poetry is to me, Is this I write accordingly, The words that are crafted so beautifully, By those who let go willingly.What poetry is to me, Is not the same for everybody, That different style, whatever it may be, Keep it going and you'll succeed.
Just Imagine, You're All AloneJust imagine, you're all alone,Left in the world on your own.To fend for yourself, find your smile,Yes, find it, it's been quite awhile.You can't breathe, you're being suffocated,The world is too much to bear, you need to be relocated.Another place, smaller, much smaller,You can do it, there, you'll feel so much taller.Gain your confidence, no it's been shattered, just hide,One day you'll be able to say that you have your pride.Pride beyond compare, you can do anything,Is doing anything the right thing?The kids shouting "YOLO," adults shouting "Carpe Diem!"Wishing you could do the same, begging, pleading.You can, dig deep, I know you can,You were once stronger, once a better man.Don't let them take you over, don't you dare concede,Is this what you want? Is this what you need?No, this is not what I want.Who are you to say you're the one to flaunt?It's my turn, you've played long enough,I know this is hard, for me it is rough.I have to put you away, it's time to go,
Hide Hidewatch the e m p t y hallway fill no one will noticeif you hidearound the corner no one will care if you hide your thoughtsno one will laugh if you hideyour tears no one can hurt youwhen you hide your heart