Dec 25 2011
i’m sorry i’m never gonna be the same.
I’m hopeless
and sensless
and slightly insane
i have no label
to whether i can or cannot
be slain.
I fear alot of things
but you’re not one
such fear
makes you scream
but you’re too afraid to make a sound.
You can’t move
as they pin you down
you’re only hope
is your sanity now.
Left alone
it’s what has come
all these things going on
unsaid
and therefore
unknown.
That’s why, tonight
i became weak
and welcomed it
i unscrewed that razor
and did what i did before
i scratched in names
where they wouldn’t be seen.
I’m sorry
but i have to do this.
I’m trying to stay
as i was before
but everything is always trying
to exchange the old me for the upgrade.
I know you saved me
and i’m grateful
i’m trying now
and this is what is helping
without eating.
without sleep
i’ll push my body
like i did before
as this blood from my scratches
seeps into this worn out floor
internally
and external
i’m going back
to show you
i can still be the one
that you loved before.
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Soo much pain. I hope your poetry serves as a good vent.
There is hope. The future is vast and fluid. xD
it does, it’s the only place i seem to be able to get a clear look on stuff and find out what i really feel. it helps.
and thankyou. if there’s one thing in believe in,
it’s hope.