Dry your eyes Fake a smile Hide your scars Rest awhile Wrap yourself in misery My blood to keep you warm So bruised, broken tainted Bask in the glow of denial Slave to the razor Chain’d to the mirror Sweet 16
Tag: denial
Beautiful
perfect by nature. blessed with every perfect feature. but just when everything is making sense. she loses all her self-confidence. there she goes once again with that fake smile. blinding herself with such denial. everyday she falls deeper into depression. slowly giving in to the world’s oppression. constantly defeated by the world’s cruelty. her heart… Continue reading Beautiful
Poem-Kill The Persona, Kill Yourself
Sorry, but I’ve forgotten how to love I can’t feel that feeling anymore Sorry, but I wouldn’t care if you died Your just part of the everything that no longer matters to me Dissect my brain, go right ahead You’ll just see that inside all my thoughts will leave you dead Now there’s just nothing… Continue reading Poem-Kill The Persona, Kill Yourself
Poem-Kill The Persona, Kill Yourself
Sorry, but I’ve forgotten how to love I can’t feel that feeling anymore Sorry, but I wouldn’t care if you died Your just part of the everything that no longer matters to me Dissect my brain, go right ahead You’ll just see that inside all my thoughts will leave you dead Now there’s just nothing… Continue reading Poem-Kill The Persona, Kill Yourself
What is human?
I am Mannequin. A man of glass. All that I am, can be seen, at a glance.
Poem to A Cutter
Close your eyes unto the night no hand to hold to take the knife This feelings inside, no tears to cry I watch out the window and wish to die
Poem-Solitary
Alone, in this room I’ve got time to myself again Im thinking, I have no faith or trust in anything I can’t trust anyone, in truth there’s just nothing
cut and bound, alone in the dark…
So cold So dark The darkness surrounds My soul shaking and fading My life has come to its end
He makes Me… another kevin poem (ugg)
These feelings, I face, everyday, Can I change them, no; there is no way, Im living a lie, corrupted, unreal, Itching and burning to make my self feel,
She was the oldest, the youngest and the only child
I have woken up every morning to the same thing for the past 7 years. A world without her. January 15, 1996.