How are we meant to live in this world?
A place that has been blinded by hatred and sorrow
Where love is scarce
There’s no solution or cure
But yet we have to live
Walking down rows of empty pavements trying to find where we belong
Metaphor
Being stuck in a queue in a shop is how it feels to be depressed. Frustrated and hot but not being able to move if you want to achieve your goal. In this case the goal is life and you must struggle through unless you want to cut out early. Surrounded by strangers, isolated, it’s a nightmare. Those at the front are the lucky ones nearly free from the trauma but the newcomers at the back are the ones who’s struggles have just begun.
Why do you
Why do you bother
Taking over my mind
It’s like twisting the heartbreakers knife
You don’t care about me
But yet you plague me
You turn my mind into a labyrinth
So there is no way I can ever
Find my heart again
Insomnia
The aching pain at night
When your not asleep
But not awake
And you lie in this emotionless state
Dreaming of sharp objects and love
Questioning whether it will be safe
To live another day
Little rhymes
Who knows what life will bring
May it be murder or a ring
All I know is that when I’m with you
You make me forget the world and stay true
You make me fall in love
And forget all of the above…
Bullet for you
I wonder what it is like to put a bullet in someone
Watch it pierce their veil of skin
And let the crimson waved roll out
I wonder what it is like to watch their body fall to the ground while their soul remains standing
The echoing noise of screams mixing in with my sinister laugh
These thoughts make me wonder whether I would smile when I walked away from your body. I wonder…
Anger
This anger consumes me
Tearing away at my insides
Until there is nothing left
It causes outbursts
Things that I can’t imagine
Any person would do
But I do them
No guilt racks my soul
Just a burning desire
To do it again
What does it mean
What does it mean to feel happy
I can’t remember the last time
I could smile without force
I feel as if I am living
A performance
And the curtains are going to finally close
And all those roses
Will cut my cold heart
And they will realise
They made a mistake
You could be watching someone suffer
And never know
You
As I sit here
All I can think about
Is you
How you left me
So broken
Destroyed
As if my heart
Was made of glass
And you smashed it
Each time I try to fix it
It cuts me
Deeper each time
Cutting into my soul
Removing pieces of it
Until there is nothing left
And I lie empty
In this desolate world
Cut
You do it
To feel whole
Each cut obliterates
The numbness that has been residing in your soul
For at least a Minuit
The crimson
Reminds you
That in fact you are alive
And you are living
In a way people cut to live
Not to die
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