you say you love me
so why don't you
talk to me
hold my hand
kiss m e
this doesn't seem
i love you
you lips against mine
i want to
be with you
yet it seems
you dnt even know i
InsanityThe sky is purple
The sea is red
My dog is a dragon
My brother a demon
A creature perches
On my shoulder
He tells me to dump the oil
And light the match
Cut the rope
And watch the chandelier drop
Blood seeps from the walls
Screams echo in the dark
The moon calls to me
In a sweet lullaby
feyThe wind whispers to me
in hushed tones
The trees rustle
and tell me their tales
The sunlight fills me
with warmth and wonder
The shadows reach for me
craving lust and destruction
The sea shares
its sorrows with me
This is who i am, fey
My world, that of Faerie
in my hair
my bare feet
of the sun
caressing my skin
this is my world
the world of
will you come away
will you be my
balance my world
be the calm against
i revel in
the fire that
keeps the dark at bay
come with me
Mine?I ask for
And You say
When we are
Will you still
My WorldWhen I'm with you
Everything fades away
You make me feel alive
I want you all the time
When you're gone
I feel empty
But, when I'm with you
The world comes alive
The colors are brighter
The sounds clearer
The tastes sweeter
You are my strength
My stability, my everything
You are my world
melt downmy life
my head is
a mess of
i don't know
what to do
can you tell me
what to do
im in the
a melt down
are closing in
I'd Rather Be DeadYou're always asking me if I had anything worth dying for.
I'll pose the opposite to you and ask you this:
"Why is it that you find life to be worth living?"
Is it so interesting to go through each day feeling anxious?
To the point that you feel nauseated enough to collapse.
Is it so joyous to spend each night staring at a blank ceiling,
Hearing the clock tick on toward morning,
And yet you lie awake.
Tired, but awake, emotionless, but awake...
Do you truly get up each day, facing it with optimism.
Or do you look at the news and the state of the world,
And genuinely fear for your safety?
Now, if it were me that you had asked my dear,
I'd tell you quite honestly: That I'd rather be dead.
At least I would not have to hear the white lie inside my head.
That tomorrow will bring me a 'better' day...
But of course, you are welcome to believe that.
Stripping MeYou may take what you want from me,
Be it my pride or dignity.
You may throw insults at me,
And burn the shredded pieces of my sanity.
You may belittle me, as much as you want,
If only to make your meager life worth living.
But even if you do all that...
No one will protect you when I pull you into the dark.
No one will try to search for you, as my leather ropes tie you down.
No one will hear your screams as metallic screws drive into your face,
Etching an eternal smile, since you'll never leave this place...
"Now then, my dear sweet James, shall we play our favourite game?"
You are someone's reason to liveShe had skin like a cactus-
could only hurt
anyone who got
she held what
i'd haunt you if you'd like.my hands are paralyzed and you're waiting for me to touch your face,
but that doesn't really matter because i'd rather touch your soul
and if you close your eyes long enough i'll read you poetry as we lay atop the monkeybars
in this old and rusted park
you can pretend to know the constellations and point them out to me and i'll tell you they're all beautiful, but nothing compared to you
if i'm lucky you'll blush and laugh at me,
tell me i say the dumbest things but deep down it'll register in your soul just how much i love you
and i know they say you can only save yourself, but darling i swear if you'll just have the slightest bit of faith i'll save the fuck out of you or i'll destroy myself trying,
because i honestly can't think of any other purpose for my life
or what smidge of it i've been able to hold on to.
You have to know pain to....Sometimes you have to fall apart.
You have to bleed out,
In order to have the courage to shout.
Against the darkness.
You have to know what it's like,
To feel disconnected,
To be best friends with your anxiety,
Because it's the only thing to keep you company.
Because you've never felt so lonely.
Even though you're surrounded in a sea of noise,
Which drowns out your voice.
As you choke,
On society's noose
You're afraid to cut it loose.
Because you don't know what others will think of you.
You have to know depression.
You have to know what it's like to be alone.
You have to know what it's like to be silenced.
In order to appreciate breathing,
And to fall in love with colors.
After being blind,
For all of that time.
And only being able to see memories,
In order to appreciate a person's presence.
And the feeling,
When you finally find a friend.
Who will stick with you until the end.
And not judge you for your scars.
But loves who you are.
Hopeful HeartThe sky is pitch black
And so is my heart
After all the pain
I went through
After all the effort
For a lost cause
So I look up
Looking for a star
A ray of light
To guide me away
Away from this darkness inside my heart
We Only Live To DieThis is what we live for—these whispers on our lips
The drying bits of blood on our paper-cut fingertips
Opening the letters that we left our future selves
A bittersweet reminder of those storybooks on the shelves
This is what we live for – this emotion in our souls
The torture and the bittersweet moments of lost control
Biting cracked lips with the dirt beneath our nails
These moments of imperfection as our trains of thought derail
This is what we live for – shutting doors and opening eyes
Smiling for a moment, before the tears reveal our lies
This is what we live for, this reality, this life…
This is what we live for,
As we only live
is this what nostalgia taste like?i'm reminded of things i'd rather forget,
i have memories of words that were never said.
each time i look in a mirror
i see you over my shoulder, studying the lines forming on my face.
i'm growing old, older than i should be;
middle-aged, but drowning in high school.
i think i used to know where i'm going,
but now my best guess is the grave;
i think i died when i met you,
but that's okay with me, i was dying anyway.