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Post by ❴ ғα∂ιηg ✦ яεαℓιтү ❵ on Jun 16, 2017 9:41:11 GMT -5
just a place for me to dump everything I've got on my phone and what I write on my phone among other things note: some things I write will have triggering material such as mentions of self harm and suicide, I won't be tagging them individually anyways, feel free to comment! pals I'm sorry there's some cursing in there, I hope you don't mind that since it's just poetry and one-shots
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Post by ❴ ғα∂ιηg ✦ яεαℓιтү ❵ on Jun 16, 2017 10:08:51 GMT -5
FEAR
I always wondered where hate comes from but I think I finally found out where it stems from fear
fear of the unknown fear that the new will be better fear that they lost what they knew
but that's not the case it's not unknown but something slightly different it's not better just happier and healthier it's not lost it was never there
and so I understand why people hate us it's because they fear us we just have to show them that they don't need to fear us that we aren't to be feared
I WISH
I wish I was s t r o n g
I wish I was b r a v e
but I'm one small person who barely gets by each day
I wish I was able to make things l a s t
I wish I could change my p a s t
but it's too late and there's nothing I can do
I wish that I was good at being f r i e n d s
I wish I wasn't so i n t e n s e
but I have a hard time saying what I feel without going overboard
SECOND
listen, I know I'm nothing special to you I know you've got others that are more important to you but I care, I care so much I just wish I could make you trust me enough that you'd come and tell me when you feel blue but I understand I'm not your first choice or thought so second will do that is if I am second but I'm probably not so I guess I'll just accept that you won't see me the way I see you
INSECURE
I guess you could say I'm insecure Sure, I've got paranoia Or at least they say I do But I don't know for sure Because I've felt this way For as long as I can remember I cry myself to sleep Its soothing I guess To let it all out But in the end I am still Going to have the same thoughts When I wake up So I may as well Not cry But I can't help it I'm insecure About my everything My body My personality My clothes My intelligence My grades I can't help The fact that I'm insecure I can't help it I can't help anything Or anyone Because in the end I'm nothing special
PESSIMIST
People say I'm pessimistic That I think negatively But I don't see it that way I'm just trying to be truthful With myself and others So to tell someone "I'll love you forever" Seems like a wrong thing to do Because no love lasts That long So call me a pessimist Say I see the glass half empty But really I just see a glass with some water But not enough to sustain So I'm not a pessimist I'm a realist I look at things And see them how they are So I say them so I'm aware Most things don't last forever So call me a pessimist if you want But I'm not
INAUDIBLE
I am not Able to hear Much less Be heard Inaudible Is a word You could use To describe me Because no matter How much I try To scream Still no one hears Especially not me No matter how long I cry No one hears me Or notices And so I stay Silent Waiting for the day When I can be audible
SHATTERED
He's gone He left me He broke me And now I'm shattered Into a million pieces Maybe it's time That I go too Leave this awful city The one that feels like a cage But I'm chained down He's gone He left me He broke me And now I'm shattered Like a vase a cat Knocked over Or a window that A kid threw A ball through I'm broken now Because he's gone
WORDS THAT MATTER
I want to write But have nothing to say I want to talk But the words just run away
I'm slipping Into the drain Falling through The holes you made
I am a mess A beautiful disaster Tragic and unmoving In my downward spiral
I'm sinking now Unable to move Because the current is putting Too much pressure on me
It seems to me Everything is moving so rapidly And floating away from me So that you dissapear
And I know that This flowing water Won't stop until We crash into the dam
I just wanted To be by your side But you cast me into the ocean When you know I can't swim
And now this Stream is running And moving Down my face
I sit underneath The waterfall Wondering when It all went to hell
The rain comes down And the ocean rises Until it floods A chaotic situation you made
You made me into water Into a ever changing shape Always going with What others say
I don't want to do this I want to be free To freeze myself In the shape I want to be
Its not cold enough At least not without you near You made me solid Made me feel good
But now you're gone And he's here instead Making me into steam Unable to form at all
And I'm shifting From state to state Not wanting to be Moving this way
First was ice Beautifully cold And happy to be so But then you ran away
So I turned into water Unable to stay Where I wanted And fell down again
Then he came along Made me into steam Unable to be Anything like free
And I keep hoping You'll come back So I don't run around So I can be me
But then again You left for a reason No one wants To be touched by ice
But ice can crack And can break There were fraction lines All over me
So now that I'm unmolded I no longer Have those lines Or you in my life
And I keep trying to find The right words to say But when it comes to you I can't make you stay
WHAT ARE WE?
What are we really? Is this all there really is? I want to believe, I'm high on hoping that its true. That there is someone, someone like you. Someone who cares, someone who'd be there. But if this is all there is then pray, tell me what are we?
ALRIGHT MEANS ALIVE
I guess you could say I'm doing alright
If alright Means I'm alive
But is alive and living The same thing?
I do not know So pray tell me
What is The point of being alright?
Why is there This inbetween stage?
Not happy or sad And its driving me mad
RUN AWAY
I want to run away Start another life Where I have your name On the back of my mind Instead of the tip of my tongue Where I can't be hurt By the trivial things
I want to run away And see something different Then this electric lit city Of people who don't care About my well being I wish you did But you're just like the rest of them
DUST AND SHADOWS
We are Dust and shadows A painting That isn't finished If even started We are Simply made of Ashes and dust Pain and suffering Nothing but A simple dream We are A little cosmic joke Created from stardust And so I say What are we?
LOVE BUT DON'T LIKE
But I don't Like you
"How can that make sense?" You ask Well it goes like this: To love is to care To like is to enjoy
I care for your well being But I don't enjoy your company
WILDCARD
I'm a wildcard Uncontrollable The one you didn't expect The card in the deck Not even the psychic saw coming So I'm here Shaking things up Making everyone and everything Thrown off balance
SHADES OF ANGER
Here we go again When will this end Can't we just pretend That we are okay with the way I always make mistakes It seems that I'm playing a game Seeing how far I can hurt you Before you break in two Because I always abuse Those I love and so I do The exact same thing I did to her to you
Paint these shades of anger gray Let go of what I said What I always say Its always wrong But I do it anyway So let us just Paint these shade of anger gray I always break myself When I'm breaking you down Threats and manipulations Are what I know And so I need to Paint these shades of anger gray
Is it considered a sin To have my head filled with Ideas of wanting to be dead Because that's all I know And so it seems to show That I'm no good Not to you or anyone So let's fix it now Before I burn out And leave charred skin in my wake Because that's what will happen If I hurt you
Paint these shades of anger gray Let go of what I said What I always say Its always wrong But I do it anyway So let us just Paint these shade of anger gray I always break myself When I'm breaking you down Threats and manipulations Are what I know And so I need to Paint these shades of anger gray
WORLD PEACE, DISCONTENT LIFE
I feel at peace with the world But also discontentment with my life Its hard to explain Its like I'm numb But also in pain
PERFECTION IN HUMAN FORM
I can't believe I met perfection in human form Its so simple but its the way you are You make me smile when I am mad You make me laugh when I feel down So I got to say it now I want you forever Nothing more than a happy ever after So I'll just say it because its true I am so in love with you
IN LOVE WITH YOU
They always say that you can't find happiness in a dark place But without the pain I'd never had found you and god ain't it true I'm so ****ing in love with you You taught me what it was like to be happy again And for that I can't thank you enough because back then I was down on my luck But now that you built me up
I just want to say that no matter where you are No matter when you call me I will always answer Because its you that make me no longer feel blue And yes, it true So ****ing true I'm so ****ing in love with you
STAR IN THE SKY
I wish I was more than this I wish I was someone else I wish I was less of a shadow And more of a star in the sky
B.P.D.
Borderline Personality Disorder Hah! More like *****y Possessive Drama Because that's what it means That's your reality What you live with When you have BPD
*****y Moody as all hell And God forbid You say the wrong words Because I will smite you down Split so hard I'll have to dig you a grave in the ground
Possessive Always have been And now you are the one Who gets the blunt of it Because I'm obsessive Its my nature Can't change it ever
Drama I hate it ****! That's a lie I love it I thrive on it It gives me life Gives me attention
And this is ****ed up I know it is But so am I And it'd be stupid to pretend I'll be different Than what I am
LIFELINE OF A LIFETIME
Can't believe there's this much distance The last time we talked was Christmas It feels like its been a lifetime Ironic since you were once my lifeline But now that you left me behind I can't find A reason to not die As hard as I may try I haven't found one yet I still hope That one day someone won't go I just want somebody to stay Wish they won't walk away And maybe then I'd have a reason That I should live another season I would give anything for that to happen But instead I'm laughing As I go to bed and cry About how quickly my Life went to hell And I can tell That it's because of you And you know that's true You were the one to break it down And I'm lost but I found That there are others who care And I can't bear As well as fear That I don't have them as near If they were closer to me Then they'd see How all I got Is a broken heart and a lot Of pain and desire Because you burned the bridge with fire They'd be my helpers Who'd make the repairs Of what you've broken So take this token And know for sure That I'm done with all of your Fake caring words you spun Because I have begun To realize who you truely are A boy who I now hate from afar
AWAKE AT NIGHT
I lie awake at night Wondering if you can sleep Knowing that I am dying inside Because you and I both know That I'm a wreck without you
A speeding train Running towards another Bound to crash And go up in flames Because you left
SUMMIT
And this rockface is slippery The slope steep Maybe I was a fool In tethering you to me But you were stable and had a strong belief Telling me I could have anything I pleased If only I climbed higher But then you let go and my desire To climb suddenly disappeared
CAN'T BE HAPPY
I'm falling apart Piece by piece Can't feel Happy Because you walked Away from me And so it seems I desperately Grasp at straws Hoping that You'll come back But I know Deep down That you won't Never will And so I Spill my blood Who cares If I let it run? You don't So why should I?
FLICKING PIZZA CRUMBS LIKE CIGARETTE ASHES, WE ALL HAVE OUR DEMONS AND SILENT KILLERS I GUESS
I sat alone, Alone as always, In my living room. The one that was cramped, The one with barely enough room, For a couch made for two, A coffee table and a television- But it was enough room. Barely. The pizza boxes are spawled everywhere, Cigarette smoke smell in the air. It's suffocating. The small room, But it's my room.
My small, cramped room, Small and insignificant, Filled with doom. It was going nowhere. My mind, my room. If was filled with thoughts: "Its just another $20," "No one has to know," "Just one more hit," "You're not going to go." But I was going to go. It wasn't just another $20, But another $20 out of bank account, Another $20 not going towards the rent. One more hit, Turned into three or four, Then a few dozen, Until it was seven packs a day. But it's okay. No one has to know. No one will know. No one will ever know.
I flick the pizza crumbs off my chest, Flicking it like the ashes of my cigarette. I watch them fall down my chest, Watch them rest on my leg, Burning holes, making stains. Just another day, In the land of my brain.
If I try to stop, My body screams in pain, My lungs ache, My pulse jumps up a rate.
Don't try it, And don't deny it, Addiction is a *****, And it can't be turned off, Its a broken switch.
I want more, crave it so much. I watch the locked counters, With growing lust. If I don't get my fix, My skin starts to itch, And I itch it, Itch, and itch, and itch. Until I'm bleeding, Bleeding with the lust, For just one more hit, But one hit isn't enough.
UN-BLUE I
What is it With you That can always Make me feel Un-blue
Maybe it is The way you Smile at me So genuine So beautiful That makes me Un-blue
Or how your Whole face Wrinkles up With laugh lines So blissfully happy And so Un-blue That makes me feel That perhaps I too Can be Un-blue
I guess It’s just You And how much I love you That makes me Think that Possibly I Could be Un-blue Just like you
But if I Can’t be Un-blue Then I know That you Make me Want to be so
And if I can’t Be what You are What I Desire to be Then I’ll ask You to do Something for me And that is For you to Paint me Un-blue
And maybe It’s not possible For me to be Un-blue But when I’m around you I can’t help But hope That maybe I am too Un-blue
UN-BLUE II
You once made me Un-blue But now? You make me gray
Gray Like a bleak, rainy day Gray Like old, cracked pavement Gray Like ominous, dreary thunderclouds
Funny How one day Can turn everything around But not for the better
I once asked you To paint me Un-blue But instead You painted me gray
Rainbows have no color When I can’t see your face The stars don’t shine as bright Without hearing your name My life now Is in shades of gray
MUSIC, WRITING, ART
You know something is wrong When music Is just music Writing? Just words on paper Art? Scribbles on a canvas Nothing special Nothing magical, nothing emotional Emotional It all was so Or at least is was Not anymore Not when your face Is not in my mind
Art was once A muse for me Poetry was once The language I spoke Music was once Always coming from my throat But not anymore Its lost its appeal It use to feel so alive, so real But now it seems Dull and dead Nothing that Can spark thoughts in my head Sparks are gone Its lost its meaning
Music is just music Writing is just words on paper Art just scribbles on a canvas Lost its sound Lost its rythym Lost its color And now all my thoughts Are running together And out of my mind In ways that you can't find Anything beautiful about it Like there once was Because music, writing, art Is just that Music, writing, art
I AM; YOU ARE
I am clay And you are the potter Molding me Into what you want me to be
I am a canvas And you are the painter Coloring me Into what you dream me to be
I am a book And you are the writer Designing me Into what you imagine me to be
I am stone And you are the sculpture Shaping me Into what you desire me to be
I am a song And you are the singer Making me Into what you think me to be
I am not independent from you You can be the maker of me If you choose to Please do that for me
FIGHT OR FLIGHT? FREEZE
Flight or fight Is what they tell us Fight or flight Is what they sell us Always forgetting about Freeze
I always freeze Lock up in place To small and scared to fight To tired and afraid to take flight I always freeze
Freezing Always dependable Always constant Consistent if you will
It seems to me People forget That its fight or flight or freeze
Fight or flight Is not my nature
I freeze
FEELING IS NEVER FREEING
Feeling is never freeing Voiding it is appealing Freezing your feelings Never heating up In anger or lust Never spiraling down In despair and depression Never getting caught up In laughing and loving So much simpler When you avoid What is unpleasing And feeling is Very unappealing Makes you want Things you shouldn't Wanting is dangerous Makes you start freaking Because you're feeling You need what you don't And feeling is always Unpleasing, unappealing Feeling is never Freeing from seeing Things without wanting What you shouldn't
THE MOUNTAIN
For as long as I can remember I've been climbing this rocky ledge Got stuck at the bottom Of this mountain Wishing to be at the top of it
I was young when I started On my way up the slope It took me quite a while To learn the ropes That I had to use to go forward
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I found a climbing partner It's better that way To be tethered To someone Will help to keep me safe
My partner left me behind They cut our tether And climbed high Up and away from me So I lose my grip and fall down
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When my hands begin to slip And my grasp starts to fail I fall down a ledge I've already been to Got to maintain my grip and try again
I'm on this slope alone now Got to climb it on my own Not sure how I will But I got to Guess I'll figure it out
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I know you're climbing as well This mountain isn't just mine It's yours as well It's a rocky climb And I'm sorry I can't help
When I eventually get to the top There will be others there Those who climbed Who succeeded But not without fail
PERSONAL ESCAPE
I try to drown my thoughts, But they won't go down the drain; I try to burn my skin off, But the water isn't hot today.
And maybe I was asking to much, In thinking that I was enough, But I can't help it.
That's who I am, Always going in, Without knowing a thing, About what I'm getting into.
And it's funny how it seems, That everything's so bleak, And there's nothing to make me believe, That I have a place, Next to you.
Dammit! Those thoughts are back; I try to drown them, But instead they push me under, And I don't know how to swim, So now I'm underwater, Not going to live.
I guess I try too hard, And always get burned, On my skin, On my heart.
Never can get it right, Always getting into fights, When all I want is to love.
But love cannot, Make these thoughts go away; Although it is, My personal escape.
I WANTED SO BADLY
I wanted so badly To be the one You ran to when things got rough
I wanted so badly To be the one That you relied on when it got too much
I wanted so badly To be the one You talked to when it got to be tough
But I'm not But I'm not But I'm not
Never will be The one you go to When its rough, too much, tough
DROVE YOU AWAY
My stomach is in knots And I can't get you out of my brain These feelings are not The kind you try and replace With someone else Because it wouldn't be the same
I want to hear your voice See your face And have you Say my name Not that you ever will Because I drove you away
CANDLE
I'm a candle When lit I burn Get to close and you'll be hurt I'll dance as I do As I hurt you As if I'm laughing at you I probably am And if you estinquish me I will be breakable So easy to be snapped No longer heated up With my emotions And I'd struggle to burn To burn once more Hoping to feel Something again But a candle without Their dancing flame Can't feel anything Can't hurt you Please let me burn I want to feel Even if it's Not something appealing Even if I hurt you in the process Because it's what I do Burn until I hurt But a candle without their flame Can't burn at all So don't you dare Try and put me out
I'M NOT
He's talking away He's happy and okay But I'm not I'm not
He's going about his day He's living his life a good way But I'm not I'm not
INDISCREET
These are the colors that we bleed So simple but indiscreet
EVERYTHING COMES BACK TO YOU
Everything comes back to you And as always There's nothing I can do Or say To make you stay "I'm sorry" "Don't leave" "I need you" "You're my everything" "I love you" These are the words - the things That I want to tell you But you won't let me Won't listen And so instead Ive written them down Every angry letter Heartbroken poem Apologetic vent But in the end They're nothing to you Despite you being everything to me Everything comes back to you
IT'S STUPID
It's stupid No, really It is Don't tell me it's not I know better I know that I shouldn't But I can't help it
FRIENDSHIP
Friendship What a funny concept What a weird thing To want someone around To love them When it always ends "Nothing lasts forever" That's what they tell us right? Well I just one to defy that saying I just want one person, one friend To defy the odds, the ideas That it's temporary Maybe that's too much to ask
NOT ANYMORE, NOT ANYMORE
I use to be Happy to see You laughing
But not anymore, not anymore Now it's Painful To think that You don't need me
I use to be So naive Thinking you would always be by me
But not anymore, not anymore I learned my lesson Don't rely on people Who always will Leave eventually
FROM THE BOTTOM OF MY HEART
I just wanted to say something That comes from the bottom of my heart Thank you for everything Thank you for the sleepless nights The crying fits at 3a.m Thank you for the feeling I have Every time I look in the mirror Thank you for the bad dreams The good memories that are tainted now Thank you for the anxiety The blackouts in the evening Thank you for the hyperventilating Every time I hear your name Thank you for these scars That line my thighs and arms Thank you for the tryst issues Not like I didn't have enough already Thank you for blaming me When I already blamed myself Thanks for walking away Abandoning me at my time of need So really, from the bottom of my heart I just wanted to say thank you
I just wanted to say something That comes from the bottom of my heart **** you for everything **** you for the sleepless nights The crying fits at 3a.m **** you for the feeling I have Every time I look in the mirror **** you for the bad dreams The good memories that are tainted now **** you for the anxiety The blackouts in the evening **** you for the hyperventilating Every time I hear your name **** you for these scars That line my thighs and arms **** you for the tryst issues Not like I didn't have enough already **** you for blaming me When I already blamed myself **** for walking away Abandoning me at my time of need So really, from the bottom of my heart I just wanted to say **** you
I WANT IT
I'm afraid to mess this up But I want it, I want it so much
A SECOND
I'm so Terrified Of the idea that You'll leave again Leave for good And I'll be left In the dust again For a second time And that's all it would take A second With just one of those It could all fall apart
EVERY LITTLE WHISPER, EVERY LITTLE WORD
You thought you were sly When you left without a goodbye But I'm not that dumb to think You'd be quiet when you walked away I see you going around, head held high That smug look on your face, wipe it off now I'm about to tell them what really went down
Every little Whisper, every little word Seems to be things that everybody's heard Maybe that's what you wanted 'cause you think that's what I deserve Well there's a twist on the way I'm gonna break down every wall, 'til no secret's safe
You said the night we met That you weren't the kind to gossip and bitch But you do that now as you throw this fit You're just mad I'm right Thats why you're making this stupid little fight Go ahead, tell them everything I said But be aware: I can do that too So get ready, I'm coming at you soon
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Post by ❴ ғα∂ιηg ✦ яεαℓιтү ❵ on Jun 17, 2017 20:59:16 GMT -5
PHYSICAL WORDS
Words can hurt physically too. If you let them, and oh, do I let them.
SUICIDAL CALM
Do you ever get suicidal calm? Because I do. Sure, there are those times it is screaming and crying, those times it is lying on your bedroom floor staring up at the ceiling asking what's the purpose, those times you lock yourself in the bathroom while hysteric and self harming. There are those suicidal moments too. I've had those. But lately? Lately I've been suicidal calm. I just sit in class and write down my notes all why contemplating how I'm gonna die. I just go about my day, never stopping to take a break. Maybe that's why I haven't had the crying and screaming suicidal breakdown but the suicidal calm. My chill and calm is 100% fake and I may seem happier, healthier, but I'm not so don't be fooled. It's funny that I can be thinking the same thought with very different outer appearances. I just want to die and there's no reason for that. I'm not even crying as I write this, usually when I write about suicide I cry. But this time? Nope. I don't know what's wrong with me, everything is going good for me. But yet I'm still not happy. I just desperately want to be happy. Why can't I be happy?
LIAR
I keep expecting people to be there for me like they say they will and it always ends up with me in tears and them unaphased because they don't care enough and I care too much. I just, thought maybe, you'd be different but I was, oh-so wrong in thinking that maybe you meant it when you said you cared.
MY STARS
"You look at him the way you look at the stars." I do, I view him like my stars. I've loved the night sky for so long that I can't remember a time I didn't. When I was little I'd go outside and lay in the grass, staring at the sky for hours watching the stars slowly appear. Meeting him and getting to know him was like that. A process where one part slowly appears and then another until they're all in place creating this beautiful masterpiece. The night sky, my stars. Him. He's beautiful to me now in a way I couldn't have imagined before his stars appeared. In the day, before I knew him, it was boring, plain and dull. But then the sun started to set and he began to let me close and let me know him. Now I know him and all his stars, including the dead ones. The dead ones are beautiful to me too, his flaws, the parts he hates about himself. I love him like I love the stars, I love each individual part separately, I love the parts that intertwine like constellations, I love all of him like the night sky. I'll love him even when all of his lights burn out, all his stars are faded, I'll love him even when all that is left is darkness if it ever comes to that. It shouldn't ever come to that though, because for each star of his that dies, two more form in its place. Space has no limit and nor does he. The night sky is always going to exist, and even when he dies he will not be dead fully because his starlight will still be shining bright enough that people will remember. I will always remember, you don't forget the night sky, you don't forget the stars when you love them. I love him. My love for him is as numerous as the stars. So yes, I look at him like the stars, and that's because he is my night sky, my stars.
BEST THING FOR YOU; WORSE THING FOR ME
How come what's best for you is always the worse thing for me?
I'm crying right now and I guess its because I never really let myself mourn the fact that you chose someone else, never let myself feel sad about it, instead I hurtled straight into being a good, supportive friend and saying "your happiness comes first" but where does mine come?
I'm not happy, at least not anymore, in this exact minute. I was so excited, so damn excited to talk to you and hear you play your stupid ****ing guitar and listen to your laugh and all I got was ten minutes. Maybe I'm being selfish, maybe its stupid. Trivial even, but I don't care at this point.
I love you but you'll never feel the same. I get it, you can't love someone as ****ed up as me, not even I can love myself, so why should I expect others too. Someone once told me "I can't love you until you learn to love yourself" and maybe that's true, but I know it's true that I never will love myself because I know just how ****ed up I am.
IT WASN'T IN THE WAY
It wasn't in the way he said my name that I fell for him, but in the fact he did. It wasn't in the way he cared enough to make sure I was okay that I fell for him, but in the fact he cared enough to. It wasn't in the way he made me laugh when I was mad that I fell for him, but in the fact he could. It wasn't in the way he did things, never in the way he did things, but in the fact he did things.
It wasn't in the way he left that I broke, but in the fact he did. It wasn't in the way he said I hurt him that I fell apart, but in the fact he said I did. It wasn't in the way he decided I was no longer worth it that I became suicidal, but in the fact he decided. It wasn't in the way he did things, never in the way he did things, but in the fact he did things.
SUBTLE THOUGHT
It was a subtle thought.
But a thought.
It came at once, in a blinding fast pace, an escapable break neck speed. It dissapeared as soon as it came.
No, I told myself, not today. But it was today or never.
Deep breathe. What's there to lose if I do it anyways? I falter though, stumbled around the idea. Hesitated to act on the urge. I couldn't do it. I would hurt, and hurt, until it was gone.
It wasn't a pretty thought, but a thought. It made me squirm. With discomfort, with desire. Then again, they're practically one in the same. I looked down at the metal in my hand, I imagined what it was like, remembering my first time. I swore that'd be the only time, the last time, that it'd never happen again.
It happened again.
Three years it happened actually. Nothing changed other than the reason for it. I made a promise to myself a few months ago though. I wouldn't do it again, if not for me, for them.
I set the blade on the floor. It was hard, setting it on the floor. I could barely move other than my shaking. Shaking. Was it with fear? Anxiety? Desire? Or was it the impossible, was it with the will to stop?
The will to stop.
And stop I did. It wasn't my last time that day, but it wasn't going to be my last time in the future.
I picked it up again, I pressed the flat surface against my skin. The palm of my hand. I didn't move it, no slashes.
Instead, with shaking limbs, I stood up and walked across the room.
I had overcome this, I wasn't going to fall for its trap again. Wouldn't let it ensnare me with its pain.
I threw the razor away.
A SIMPLE DATE
May 5th. A simple date. The day it all started, the day it all ended. I wanted to fix it, but I didn't want to have you back.
June 8th. A simple date. A day with so much meaning, a day with no gravity at all. If I could go back, I'd change everything but repeat the same mistakes. October 16th. A simple date. A day that I got hurt, a day that I didn't care. It wasn't your fault, it was your action at fault.
January 10th. A simple date. A day I messed up, a day I did good. It was my mistake, I wasn't to be blamed. Dates. Simple dates. Dates are signifigant, dates lack importance. None of them make sense, just like the fact that these days happened the way they did.
MORE THAN A THOUGHT
It was more than a thought.
But a thought.
It came crashing down like a dam, pressure overwhelming. It came down like a fallen angel, despairing and broken. I popped the blades out again. They fell onto the bathroom floor. They spilled down, like the blood they were going to spill. It was happening again. I was sinking, bleeding.
I had said once to myself, "it'd never happen again."
I was a fool to think such things. I was a fool to think myself stronger than this. I am weak.
Weakness. This is mine. The blood, the blades. They make me feel when I cannot. Make me numb when I want it to stop. The solution to all my problems.
It wasnt a good thought, but more than a thought. It made me ache. With desire, with bloodlust. I wanted to not, but I couldn't stop. Always have been self-destructive.
And so here I was. Blade on the floor, crying because I wanted more.
More. This pain, this rage, this self-hate. It controlled me.
I picked the blade up off the floor. I was shaking with the thought that was more than a thought. It was an action as I held it in my hand.
I pinched it between two fingers, it pinched back. I looked down at my wrist that was beginning to itch.
My blood was singing, pulse quickening. I wanted more, more of the silver scars that decorated my arm.
I couldn't resist, it had trapped me, ensnared me. I had fallen for it again. I cut myself yet another day.
MY DEPENDABLE PARTNER
If there was such a thing as being free of this pain I'd be lost. It's the truth. I don't know how to live without suffering. It's my constant, my dependable partner in this world. It never leaves, never sleeps, half the time it makes me lose sleep. It's funny that I wouldn't know what to do without it, when all I want is to be rid of it. And everyone says that it's a bad thing, and it feels bad, but how is a constant, a dependable partner bad? I'm not so sure anymore.
BETTER OFF
You're better off without me but I'm better off with you. You reminded me of the good parts of myself, you pushed me to do better, gave me the desire and drive to do good things. It was through you I learned so many things, it was through you my faith was restored in many ways. You made me the best version of myself. I am forever greatful to you for that. I can never thank you enough for that. You built me up, you made me feel whole, you helped me come to the realization I needed to.
WORDS
Words. They can break you down. They can raise you up.
Mine always seem to be the ones that tear. They rip you apart because my despair slips out of my shell.
A GOODBYE WITHOUT A GOODBYE
It ended six months ago. I fell apart, still am in a way. You were a piece of me, you made me whole. Now I have a hole in my life, this never ending feeling like I'm missing something in my life. And that'd be you.
Two weeks ago we had our first conversation since. It was for closure; it was painful. It wasn't what I expected. I wanted to let you go completely.
I couldn't do that.
I held on, broke down and so we agreed - every two months we could check in, make sure the other is okay, revisit the idea of being friends again. I want that so bad, but I know we're only doing that to pretend it'll be fixed.
We can never go back to before, no matter how much we want to. It ended. But our goodbye? It was a goodbye without a goodbye. It was a "I'll see you one day maybe," it was an "we can't let go just yet," it was an "maybe in another lifetime."
It was a foolish thing to say - to pretend - but in the end it's how we can survive it. We can't survive this otherwise. You need space. I need you. In the end only one gets what we need: you.
Makes sense that you're the one to get it, I have always put you first. Always have, always will. No matter how much it hurts - and trust me it hurts - you will forever by my number one. You will always come first in my heart.
So I guess what I'm saying is, while we ended - the best thing in my life, the best thing that ever happened to me - my love for you will never end.
I'm sorry it turned out this way; I'm sorry it ended. I wish I hadn't done the things I did; I'm sorry I did them. I want to take it all back.
I want to be back on the side of that highway, so that instead of jumping onto it, I can walk back up the ramp and to you. I want to walk back to you. Hell, I want to run back to you; I'd crawl if I had to. If I couldn't move, if I couldn't reach you, I'd do anything to make it so I could.
I love you. I hate this end. The endings are suppose to be happy right? That's what we're taught as a kid. But this time, this time it's not.
So here we are, with our goodbye without a goodbye. The end.
PERMANENT PARTS; TEMPORARY PEOPLE
I shouldn't give permanent parts of myself to temporary people. But I did, but I do. Did it with you, doing it again today. Shouldn't have let down those walls, shouldn't have told you it all. Shouldn't keep them down, shouldn't allow another one in. But I had, but I am.
Stupid, so unbelievably stupid of me. Always thinking people are going to stay. What a funny idea, to think people will stay.
I lost myself with one, then I found it with you, and now I've lost it again, you took that part of me away. The part that wants to live, the part that strives to do good, the part of me that wants to be the best version of myself. Now it's gone, the good - the best - part of me is with you. And with me now? Is the one who wants to hurt - hurt others, hurt me.
Shouldn't have turned out this way, but it did, all because, I let you get in my head. I told you everything, I let down my walls, I gave you a piece of me, and you took it away as you ran.
You left me. Should have known, something that good never lasts. And it was a good - amazing - thing that we had. Friendship. It's all I want, all I want is you by my side. But you aren't. Not anymore, not anymore.
And now I'm paying for it. Feeling the urge to self destruct, knowing I destroy all I touch yet again.
Should never had given a permanent piece of myself to you since you're a temporary person.
WHAT'S THE POINT?
What's the point of love when everyone leaves? Why should I bother trying to make things work when I never succeed?
RUNNING AROUND, PULLING PEOPLE DOWN
Why am I always running around, pulling people down. I don't mean to, I really don't. But I can't help it, I am sad to the core.
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