you can’t kill me, i stick around like old gum stuck under a table that’s impossible to scrape off. you can’t get rid of me, i’m tough and i’m stubborn and i obey only myself. try as you might, put me through hell, i don’t care. you’ll never get rid of me; not now, not then, not ever i’ll come back, and one day i’ll get you back, and i will stay and fight until the world explodes -remedyr.p merry... » Continue Reading
here is another really edgy poem that makes me feel very corny but accurately describes how i feel about things don’t take any of this as actual advice embrace every sensation you get, because it may be the last you ever feel. when your head’s in the clouds, let the pain stabilize and pull you down let it cut through the daze and admonish you of your humanity. when the numbness consumes you, chas... » Continue Reading
this is about wanting to kill myself but not doing it because i want other things more they’ll tell you it will end someday so i have plans for then though i feel like a fool for listening for i’ve waited so long i know my time will come one day which is why i’m holding on many goals i have for the future won’t be wasted on today’s despair but don’t pity me for wanting to let go » Continue Reading
this one is about the colour red… nothing else i’ve always loved the colour red red like my favourite fruit like my favourite shirt like my favourite song red like strong emotion and brilliance red like anger red like the metallic taste of life red that keeps me alive when i need to remind myself that i’m alive, red is there like a reassuring touch from a friend » Continue Reading
i attempted suicide when i was 12 so this is about that… a dozen years, a weapon in hand he’s young and dumb and spiteful feeling a little ignored today quite pathetic, i look back in disgust what a repulsive human i am im aware, though i can’t say i care but i would have died for a day to make them care a dozen years of hell put this in my hands and i’ll complain for a dozen more but to m » Continue Reading
this is kind of like…. how depression feels to me stuck in an empty loop of sick a dreadful ceaseless cycle like a machine that operates on autopilot with nobody behind the wheel like a headache wrapped in cotton only the sharpest blade could ever pierce stuck in a purgatory i am neither dead nor alive i am merely sick and numb and i am sick and i am numb stu » Continue Reading
for me, this is about a specific person but i’m not telling you who it is because i want you to be able to interpret it your own way tell me, oh idol of mine what does it take to be like you? how are you so great? were you born a talent? or perhaps it was luck… or fate are you so different from me? if not then, how can i succeed i’d want nothing more than to be just like you but fate chose you, ... » Continue Reading
tw mentions of death, suicide, pills, etc i’m not alive but i’d hate to die i’m losing friends i’m losing me i’m not alive but i’d hate to die shoot me, sedate me, pull the trigger don’t miss me please don’t miss me or let me live and die an early death at the end of the day is it the knot in your stomach or the sting in your skin the fear, the guilt, the pain is it the » Continue Reading