The truth is that I was never meant to be the black thing. Covered in praise and adorned with dear hopes from the first day I spoke, I was never meant to be the black thing. Called gifted and bright and told that stars ruled my eyes I was never truly meant to be fallen.… Continue reading The Black Thing
Tag: scars
Razorsweeps
As bright as any flame, in any game by any name blood stains and is not sweet. Such beauty red when it is freash, then brown like rotted meat. Is there a reason razor blades so like to reveal this deceit? Do hands destroy fields of flesh so pure out of vain conceit?
The Candle
In May i was assualted by a lil homey with a chain because i was a “faggot”. He mistook me for gay because i was wearing black clothes and i had black fingernail polish on. I didnt fight back even though i knew i could kick his ass because he had two other peole with… Continue reading The Candle
You’ll rot…!!!
Poem–Bleak and true
Take me
What its like to be a selfish bitch
Its hard to realise, people don’t really see the side of me that often. But to be as truthful as i can I really am a selfish shitty bitch.
Morbid Thoughts
Morbid thoughts suffocate my mind A desolate sadist sitting anlone No corners to hide in Nowhere left to turn Despise every breath I take Hating each beat more than the last Detest the thing I’ve become Nothing more than a pitiful failure Disgusted at my own reflection Repulsive face of a wench Finger the scars… Continue reading Morbid Thoughts
cutter
The knife penetrating my skin slowly dragging it further and deeper. Suddenly it’s all gone the tears the hate, the hurt, the sorrow, the emptiness, the aggravation and antisapation all leeking out in the form of my blood. I’ve cut once, then make another. The blood glisins in the dull moon light as the numbing… Continue reading cutter