Deep inside, I am crying Deep inside, I am dying The tears I shed, hurt me less Than the thoughts, inside my head The blood runs down My pale white face I’m going to, another place I am falling, darkness spreads Down I go, into shreds
Tag: shreds
Destoyed… (True)
The pain tears at my heart, ripping it to shreds as I read those words over and over again. Not knowing if he had truly meant it. But looking over the length of the letter, and the things that he had said within it, surely enough it was all completely true. Like a dagger, those… Continue reading Destoyed… (True)
Temporary Blindness
I cry and yet you can’t hear me, I bleed and yet you can’t see, I shudder in my tears at night, with all that’s left inside of me, I can’t tell the difference from the faint appearance of real life, or what they call reality. My reality is far more different of those who… Continue reading Temporary Blindness
Who’s the Victim Now?
I want to watch you die. To hear you scream and cry. I want to see the tears run down your face, And your blood splattered all over the place.
a poem of inner tortures and demons bared
let no food enter my mouth and no water pass my eyes wither away from the inside and when i die maybe then will it be for me those tears you cry but parting is such sweet sorrow happy to have me gone and away til you want something done my way then forever its… Continue reading a poem of inner tortures and demons bared
The Day that didn’t exsist (true story)
The dizziness was kicking in and when I looked into his eyes I knew I shouldn’t have taken that extra sleeping pill. But that day I was feeling down and ugly, so I figured, why not. Your cute little cousin was staring at me in a way that seemed as if he was asking “What’s… Continue reading The Day that didn’t exsist (true story)
the hard truth
as i gaze into her eyes of stone i realize im not alone wiping away he diamon tear for my love is what i fear
The Rot.
Sleeping, having that nightmare again…..the one where Snow White is chasing after me with a knife and i run into a house crowded with people and hide behind some overwieght woman wearing a flowery dress.
the web
Time has a way of casting a shadow that can consume your whole life. To me, life is like a giant spider web and we are the spiders who frantically struggle to keep our web in perfect condition.