The same old pain, the same old pain.. The needle in my skin, the razor in my hand.. The blood begins to run as my head begins to spin..
Tag: lying on the floor
Answer Me.
When I am lying on the floor, crying out my life, With wounds in my side like a knife, Would he bother to care for me? Would he bother to stop, to even see? I feel so incomplete right now, It’s burning me up, and I only wonder how, How could he ever love me… Continue reading Answer Me.
One of those days
Its one of those days where u just wanna say goodbye. Slit your wrist & die leaveing a note sayin im sorry i tired… I really didm ever since i was a kid i’ve kept my feelings inside, u’ve never seen me fully cry. You dont know what its like to be alone. its like… Continue reading One of those days
one of those days
It’s one of those days where u just wanna say good bye. Slit ur wrist & die, leaving a note saying im sorry I tried, I really did. Every since I was a lil kid I kept my feelings inside, u’ve neva seen me fully cry. You don’t know wha its like to b alone.… Continue reading one of those days
Life’s Artistry
(This was actually written as a song, but it doesn’t have a tune yet, so I guess it’s a poem for now huh? 🙂 Like little coloured pieces of broken glass Life reflects the sun in Technicolour brilliance It’s never been a house, but will always be a home Housing watercolour memories, and oil pastel… Continue reading Life’s Artistry
already lost yourself
lying on the floor cold darkness is all you see black eyes starring back when they use to be green
Alone (You should all read this)
Last night a war broke out between us and the ned scum. I had to stand and watch sometimes pull a couple off as my friends, my best friends all got fucking kicked in by these assholes all over something is fucking pointless as a spilled drink. They fought, we struck back but to no… Continue reading Alone (You should all read this)
Make. No. Difference.
The darkness is overwhelming. One last breath, one last gasp for precious air. Why did I do this again? … stupid freak. The chain around my neck cuts into me,
In Dreams/Holocaust for the Blind:: Jade
in dreams i see me lying on the floor pick me up from the grave and shake me hard wake me up from this comotose things i can’t remember coming back to me now as i stand here cold from animosity seething it breathes just under my skin