Tag: amwriting
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Broken Thoughts… Chutoro Dawn…
We once said yesWe once admitted that love existsUpon a time there was a me and youSixteen counts of murderForty five different sinsHad to come down to this at some pointFlashing moments that this could lastFleeting idea that there was more to thisUpon a time, upon a burning bodyStaring into…
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Chasing The Demon Into The Night…
Think About It Even if it’s notWhat would be the pointOf fighting if the outcomeIs the same as beforeWhat is life worth if it is worthlessConfused, I don’t get the point eitherPassive aggressive I supposeMy mind feels sickInfected with thoughtsThat need no answersBut I ask the questions anywayFuck offIs that…
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Things To Do When There’s Nothing To Do…
Start Over… Said everything there is left to sayIt is almost time to stop all this shitBeen on the fringe of a nervous breakdownSearching for the right things to sayNothing comes to mind, stay silentTaught us well now it’s time to show what we’ve learnedAt an impasse of great importanceStand…
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Broken Thoughts… Break The Silence…
Somewhere in the darknessJust before the lightLies something so darkIt hides in plain sightWorlds live and breatheA price to payA debt so lowWhat could come from thisIf nothing at allWatch the sky as it burnsEven on the darkest nightsStill can see the bloodWho does it bleed forIf not for you…
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Broken Thoughts… Begging Me To Stay…
The skin bleeds as the knife digs deeperMy skin spreads open revealing boneThe skin peels back as I pullMy skin lies in a pile on the floorThe skin is a metaphor for something I don’t knowMy skin is missing but I am wholeWho I’ve always beenA separation between skin and…
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Broken Thoughts…
We try to recreate things from memoryFrom feeling, never the same in our headsMisquoting everything in sightSo we begin this story of deceitFrom within, from the soulNeed you to relate even if it is onlyTo prove a pointSelfishness runs deepIgnorance so much deeperDiseased and seeking some sort of careThe depression…
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Something Different…
Broken Soul Even when we try to let it goIt goes nowhere, but straight to the heartWearing myself thin, dead skin maskStretched so tight, who am I supposed to beIf I can’t be youEnvision myself to be betterLies I tell myself to get byBroken boned and everything I despiseTwo more days and…
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Broken Thoughts
It’s been a minute… Gave up more than I’m willing to admitPushed it away like it meant nothingLied to myself and wonder why I’m so fucked upLiar, cheat, piece of shitMy anxiety starts right here with meGave away more of me then I’d like to admitGod can judge me and…
Chewing On Glass... 