A poem about a very cliche type suicide…first “decent” poem I’ve wrote in a good while…I guess. Her black eyeliner ran down her face As she cried tears of infinite disgrace Her pale white skin turn cold As she made the very last fold To the note she will leave behind There’s nothing more for… Continue reading A Cliche Suicide
Author: MorBiDLy_SiK_EnD
Dead
It doesn’t rhyme but oh well. My summer sux mad monkey ballz so I have nothing else to do but write and do nothing. I want to fuckin kill you To rip your heart out and Throw it in your face I want to see you covered in blood From your head down your legs… Continue reading Dead
Bleed
I feel the need to bleed today, From a wound so deep that the flesh is swollen and red. It can’t be kept out of sight from wandering heads. They look at me in complete and utter disgust at what they see. They don’t know what it’s like being me. I feel the need to… Continue reading Bleed
Jumbled Mind
There’s a girl that everybody knows, She’s trapped in her tormented soul. There’s a side to her that nobody sees, A side to her that she tries so hard no to be. She’s caught up in her own hellish prison, From which there’s no escape. So she rolls the dice and questions her fate. She… Continue reading Jumbled Mind
Face of Yesterday
My eyes are eyes of deceit Locked in their respective sockets What’s the use of trying I might possibly end up dying
In Pools
This is a poem that I wrote one day in the middle of class after everyone seemed to piss me off. It helped me release a lot of anger.