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I've hit it again, like a meteor hits earth; Crashing down; nothing preserved. I've burnt my strength to the ground; Screaming in silence, not a single sound. How did I get down; so deep down.
Let it rain, Let it pour I'm too tired To even care anymore Let me fall, I'll be okay I hope I land In a brighter day And the tears that I've cried You will never see them again No matter how hard...
© ZuperZed Empty eyes, endless hole. Feel the darkness surrounding my soul. My inner demons looking for a fight. Silent screams, another sleepless night. ...she... Bloodshot eyes filled with fear.
Soft welcoming burn, It's you that I truly yearn. Numbing quickly follows, From the heat that I've just swallowed. You are my liquid saviour, My Devine, my love, my addiction.
How is it, it always seems to follow me. Even when I’m not within the bounds of my very own self-made prison-cell; wallowing in self-pity.
How many times will a man fly Before he crashes to the ground and dies. How many times can a lion roar Before his throat goes dry and soar.
They say poets write about love while they sleep. What do they know of love, what secrets do they keep. I write about love, not knowing the word. It is just an idea that seems quite absurd.
You don't care that I'm abused. I curl up ready to die. You sit there all amused. Stop you I do try. Fear flows through me. I cry myself to sleep. All you do is hit and see. You pinch when I weep.
I smile to say I'm fine, To lie about the pain behind my eyes, To keep it hidden from sight. It's painted upon my face, To pretend Everything is ok, When really I feel like closing down this charade.
I'm trying, I'm praying but no one hears my screaming. I'm trapped inside this world, and no one understands it. It's all so dark and it's all so quiet.
Shadows all around me. As I slip into the dark. The fragility of my mind. Relays the state of my heart. I know I can't carry on like this,. Every day is a war. I used to want your company.
#emotion #loss I wonder if this loss even cuts you, The way it cuts me, like a rusted blade Through already ravaged skin, Like a rope tearing through My bruised and fragile throat, A needle piercing...
This chaotic rain keeps on falling. It hurts me, I'm one big bruise I'm down on my knees, crawling. Inside me, a bomb, ignite the fuse. Run me over with a car. Or with a speeding train.
It's when all those things you heart's been feeling & longing all this while, talks back to you in a movie; ...imagine how those feelings can stab you so hard to the chest and right through your...
~Warning - this song has naughty language~ It's a slit-wrists day, If ever I felt one, It's time for a swift drink; Whiskey and novacaine, Numbs the growing pain, Can't we just start again.
Not so long ago, you were all I had on my mind. Now I think of you just to realize love is blind. Almost everything around reminds me of us. And just makes me want to get hit by a bus.
Have u ever been in bed staring at the ceiling, Crying so much it feels like ur bleeding. Ur whole body goes cold inside, And all u want to do is die.
The truth is present, playing on your tongue. Are you willing to suffer. Another lightening strikes, Blinding your eyes, This can only get tougher.
There is a veil of tears, A discomforting morbid shroud. It shadows the light within me, So I may not shine in the crowd. I wear a cloak of loneliness, It's fabric formed from pain.
Rip my heart. Feed upon my soul. Take all I love. And all I've ever known. Steal my hope. Puncture my pride. Ruin my dreams. And those who I confide. Kick my ego. Jab my luck. Catch me alone.
And if I were to ever let you go, my life would be at peace. Ha. A funny thought darling. What would I do without a bloody chin. I would probably see through a clear lens, Instead of this blue shade.
#youngwritershousehold @AWriterGirl Open that door, That I sometimes peer through, Open that door, That opens only for you.
What is the point anymore.
I'm meaningless. I'm made. Of dust and sticks. Of nothingness. Of the ebb and flow. Of emptiness. I no longer. Exist. I'm. Meaningless. I'm. Falling. And I can't stop. I wait for. The impact.