i let you sleep that night when everything was crushing me a suffering beyond the point of recognition and i simply stared darkness right in eye i shouldn’t have let you sleep i should have begged you to stay awake and try to save me
Category Archives: broken girl
lies
you know living for someone is a l i e people disappoint, make mistakes, and only think for themselves trust me, i know so as i try to live for someone you will see this scarred form of flesh live but you will watch this beautiful mind die
selfish
i don’t understand if i am being selfish as i write these words in the end they are all about me complaining about myself and others i am being selfish and it a terrible thing a terrible emotion that makes me hate myself selfish, yet again
sad truth
death is easier than life
in the end i have no one
you have him to go to when everything goes wrong i am happy for you but there is a dark part of me that burns with something horrible i am selfish and greedy and remember it all you have him now to cry to but i remember when you came to me and i cameContinue reading “in the end i have no one”
relapsed
water cascades harsh light bounces off steamed mirrors a hand picks up a blade and relapses again
paradox
when others come to me crying and seeking motivation to even exist i become someone else for them i care for them i comfort them i say all of the right words but when i try to comfort myself there is no comfort only resentment and hatred
i, antagonist
you can save me from everything but the one thing you can’t save me from is myself
it is a disease
you don’t know why anymore you don’t understand why you let yourself do this sometimes you shake as your mind fights with itself and your hand quivers as one slice becomes jagged and unclean sometimes you are so still and you don’t think and your hand is precise and to the point, and it doesn’tContinue reading “it is a disease”
ruination
i believe that you ruined me for any other man because you showed me i was capable of distrust, hatred, anger and so much more it is so difficult for me to trust the other gender now thanks to you
a poet's confessional 