Already dead
August 14 2007, 11:47 PM
Claw my eyes out
so i don't have to
see
you never wanted me.
Rip my heart to shreds.
its already burned.
now its your turn.
Turn away from me.
so i don't have to see
you're guilty.
drown me in my pain.
so i can't feel
so i can seal
my heart away.
Now im
BLIND
HEARTLESS
ALONE
DEAD.
Do you see;;
do you see
what you do to me?
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Cracks in my glass heart...
August 14 2007, 11:45 PM
so
damn
cold & alone.
no longer able
to feel: emotion.
cutting my fingers
trying to pick up the
glass remains of my heart.
bleeding non stop. i've never
felt this cold. felt this sad. felt
this heartless. i've never not cared
this much. always had a heart for my
twindle. always had a smile on my crooked
face. always had a secret to keep from the world.
now:i feel nothing for my twindle. my faces is
expressionless. my secrets are all noticed.
i feel irrelevant. i feel unnoticed. i feel
no one cares for what i have to put
on the table. but its okay. i've
never wanted a heart. never
needed a friend. never
could hide my frown.
so its okay. im
alone. so
alone but
i like it
that
way.
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Maybe
August 14 2007, 11:32 PM
Maybe been high off of life isn't so great. Maybe while its happening; you don't realize everyones talking about it. Talking about you While your in its trance; they're laughting at you; not with you. Maybe you think ur just having fun but in reality its not that way. Maybe you haven't talking to someone in so long; that you realize u miss talking to them. While you were talking to them; you realize that at least one person cares. Maybe crying is okay Maybe i`ll be okay. maybe Just maybe
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The Monster inside...
August 14 2007, 11:30 PM
begs && pleeds.
on its knees.
how can i
sell my soul for a simple high.
i can feel it now.
the monster inside
bitting at my neck.
tryin to get high.
wispering sweet nothings
of how life could be better
in my ear.
breathing the scent of it in my nose.
i can almost feel it.
flyin through my veins.
like high speed trains
ready to crash together.
i wont ever be good.
i wont ever be nice.
till i can overcome
the monster inside...
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