I suppose this isn’t really poetry rather than random thoughts that have to go somewhere other than swimming in my head. Sometimes I just realize the repercusions of things I do to myself and wonder what the fuck is wrong with me…
Tag: clue
Trick Candles
Make a wish blow out the candles i never think twice i wish for you they wonder why im always so sad like they havent a clue its because i cant have you i guess someone should have told me that wishes dont come true.
your pain passed to me
so many times i wanna die so many nights i cry cry cry so much pain i saw in your eyes now ur gone i diddent have a clue what u do you took the razor, knife anything in sight to your wrists then your throat oh it makes me wanna choke your gone forever… Continue reading your pain passed to me
Nothing more, nothing less
You hurt me once, You hurt me twice I thought for you it would suffice And then you hurt me again So I’m gonna sit here and then I’ll write what I want to shout Everyone thinks I’m crazy when I open my mouth I dont understand What did I do to you? Do you… Continue reading Nothing more, nothing less
All the tears I’ve cried
People see you and say that you are fine. They don’t realize what they do to you inside. They just see you as quiet and kind. But they don’t know that everything goes wrong, all the time. These feelings and this pain tears you apart. But your friends don’t seem to care, they all look… Continue reading All the tears I’ve cried
…no emotions
…i cant feel… im so calm… the only thing i feel is complete and sudden rage… and i have the humor of a madman..er..woman… i dont know… its so weird… its always been there… whatever it is… but never has it came out and showed so much… and i know this isnt all… i dont… Continue reading …no emotions
Phucked
Damn, this is all phucked up How the hell can I make this up Why do I have all this time to fake I just have to turn on the light and wake Wait untill I feel like I am human I have no phucking clue what Im doin I can hold on, a little… Continue reading Phucked
the real meaning of being a dark
my mom read my journal and sent me with the psychologist.. anyway.. he asked me if i was a dark and why.. i mean, what kind of music i like, what i think about it, etc, etc… my question is for whom concern… who was the first dark person in the world?? the doctor said… Continue reading the real meaning of being a dark
Life, for me
Life for me Life, it has its ups and downs right? Maybe for most people but not for me Everyone always says the common phase “look on the bright side” Me, I can’t see one, though I have tried, many a time.
Gone
I love the rush of the cut As i let the blood gush Red wrists and fists I feel real pissed