Why do i try to live…. my life is lost to the nothing-ness. I always knew it would i mean if your parents are a drugy and a cheating slut..you would expect a shity life. I ask my self day-ly if i should shoot my fucking brains out cause i dont want to end up… Continue reading Born without life
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Suicide
I sit beneath a crying tree, little eyes a-glowing, Stare up at the darkened sky Which is blindly snowing,
the circus
poetic Clowns circling around on unicycles Darkened dead elephants carrying ghostly figures Dead cheering children watching contentedly The ring leader steps forth A short chubby man With gummy fat hands gripping the megaphone Yelling at the top of his lungs You could feel the air vibrate Yet it pounds at your head in whispers Circus… Continue reading the circus
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Tattered skull, ruptured lungs Swimming in a pool of blood As time ticks by, The end draws near Closing in on all you fear Veins popping through the skin Hands are severed, wrists are slit Eyes bulging out of the head Watching everything as it slows All the blood makes a stream Strands of muscle… Continue reading untitled
breath
Ohh This feeling, I cant breath. As my lungs try to suck for air. My chest heaves it clutters and coughs. But nothing, no air to restore me, nothing to save me. As i feel hazy, as I cant even twitch my body as I try so hard to do, just to move my arms,… Continue reading breath
What its Like
My ears start to throb I hear his foot steps downstairs Thump, thump, thump I hear him coming up the stairs I start to cry silently I pray to God with all my heart that dad is sober My father starts to scream “Samantha didnt I tell you o do the freaking dishes?” I close… Continue reading What its Like
My Last Chance
A collaborative effort of Sacrifice Theory and MourningStar2002. Posted with permission from the band Tears of Pain. My Last Chance Suicide, my one last chance, One last hope. The knife is here, in my hand. I just need to use it. It’s my last dance. One last time on the floor, Dancing to the beat.… Continue reading My Last Chance
Disown Me, Disown You
The Shadows are deeper than my Soul The Darkness, a Friend so olde Strength is fading, I’m beginning to fold This is my story, a story well told With all my lungs, I do scream but my mouth is closed and all I do is bleed your friendship I loved, your friendship I need but… Continue reading Disown Me, Disown You
Andy
He loved the little things, and yet rarely noticed them. A hole in a sock was only there for others to perceive; to him the sock was unchanged. You once told me that you never had to worry that his white shirt may have accidentally been put in the red wash, and was now pink,… Continue reading Andy
elena chapter 3 + 4
Before I could get a word out she closed the makeshift door and blocked out what light there was. For the first time she looked like a normal, compassionate person. “I’m sorry for all of this, but you are our only hope.” “What is all of this about?”