I could be anything you need
Except for good company
My heart’s a lonely ghoul
With nothing to do
So it just haunts your time
Nursing a bitter wine
I could be anything you need
Except for good company
My heart’s a lonely ghoul
With nothing to do
So it just haunts your time
Nursing a bitter wine
Let me tell you a secret
Swear that you’ll speak it
Memories hurt the deepest
Self love or don’t love at all
They’re temporary
Stand alone or fall apart
Miss nothing or miss it all
Mourn the idea
And you’ll never recover
From another angle
I might not have been a monster
Foaming tides speak candidly
That I ebb and flow just beneath sanity
A tab of salt on a parched tongue
Pull my insides up and out
I don’t belong here
Beyond the veil of melancholy
I should have asked for help
Retching on the hands of demons crawling their way out
My tongue is eaten away as I try to scream
Hopefully the nausea passes
And the tears dry soon
So I might look again with renewed clarity
Maybe this time I won’t see a monster
Callous conversation quick to categorize the case closed on my capricious character
But I can see the monsters tumbling from my eyes
Wet and shivering backs rise out of my tears
Their sinewy emaciated skin revealing the lack of fulfillment
Fingertips like hooks reach for my sleep
They never seem satiated
Maybe if I died they’d be content
But I wonder if they’d just float along the waves of grief
Laying their eggs into the people I love
An invasive species of sorrrow
Hope these pills open me up
To a more pleasant breath
I’m all fucked up
My dog has been sleeping on my legs lately
Like she’s keeping my soul anchored to my body
Tell the people close to me to be alert
I might have an adverse reaction
Keep telling myself it’ll be okay
But I’m so afraid of Falls now
How do I get up
If I’m still prone from the last drop
I hated hearing that I wasn’t making it up
I held hope that I was just dramatic
That I was just full of fabrications
But I’m a tad bit more than a little crazy
Just shy of killing myself
Because even in suicidal tendencies I’m a half-ass
There’s a stigma tied to my symptoms I’m told
It’s all very well defined and nothing to be ashamed of
They say I might feel worse and to taper off
But if it means commitment I’ll just double down
I’d rather feel sure about death than keep living like this
You’re so sweet
But so was she
And look what I did
You’d be another casualty
Must set you free
Must take responsibility
Because I can’t love you
You’re so sweet
But so was she
And look how she did me
You’ll easily forget
I’m sure you see
The lack of value in me
Because no one could love me
You’re so sweet
That I wish I was better
But you deserve more
I’ll never do right by you
And I can’t waste your time
Thank you for trying
But I don’t love me
Others
Care too much
Self
Not care enough
Rather not be right than right about wrong
Rather not be than be at all
Better quiet but talk too much
Better actions but not doing as such
Happier than thought possible
Happier isn’t stabile
Stability is worth
Am I right
About the glow I see at night
A sickly hue
Is it the end of me
I barely sleep
And when I do I beg for it to be deep
I’m so disgusted with my reflection
It’s exhausting me
So much of my mind set to keeping stability
Of the rickety bridge beneath my feet
But I feel it calling me
The nauseating light
Always just at the edge of my mind
Urging me to leap
Am I right
I want to see
Learning to fall asleep
Learning what thoughts to keep
It’s a struggle you know
I’ve been wandering
Watching the horror creep
Into my bones
Learning to be awake
Without feeling fake
Is a struggle I know
Slowly smothering
All of my hope
I can’t be the thing I was before
I’d like to see who I could be
Like is he happier with himself
Or does he smile more easily
My heart beats so much slower now
Like it knows what I’m thinking
I’m watching minutes become miles
A separate mind and corpse
I can’t cry much anymore
No more pity for me
Not even some from myself
Nor in anyone else
Please don’t be that thing
That haunts me so
Every mirror
A reminder
I am slipping
Losing grip
Slit purple wrists
Bleeding out
Whispering
Softly
I wonder
Will it
Hurt when
I
Take my
Life
A sweet song plays through the night
The hum of a summer evening speaks a good lie
I should have covered my arms with tattoos of my eyes
So that when we held each other I could see you from all sides
A cold inheritance
Passed on to me harshly
Fear of my nemesis
Memories killing me
Try to find some solace
In my autophagy
Nothing could stop me from loving you
But nothing seems fast approaching
I spent so long pushing against the trap that cripples me
Your voice at the nape of my neck
Kept my spine from splintering
But nothing is closing around me
Lifting me up like a doll
Another one of its playthings
I feel myself caving under the pressure
But that’s okay
It’s okay
i couldn’t see clearly
through the shimmer of serendipity
and though its wings would shelter me
i, in mourning my memories,
couldn’t see clearly.
but clip away those feathers
and steel my eyes to truth
i find myself awakened
aware and present of my mindlessness
embracing what i once feared
people are temporary
and the wind takes us whenever it pleases
i might find a heart to briefly match my rhythm
but those moments are even more precious
when they’re stolen or thrown away
i can see clearly
that beading drops of love can only buy time
the only solution is the rejection of it
and now even through the murk
i can see clearly
In this cave of mine
I wonder what you’ve shared
Small points of flickering starlight
Remind me I’m still alive
And no matter how much I try
I still want to die
While wondering what I’d lost
In this little cave of mine