You are special.
You are pretty.
Gorgeous, beautiful.
Magical even.
Something star kissed and heaven sent.
You're a work of art.
Really something.
Yea something that's for sure.
That's what he told you.
That's what he promised didn't he,
Before he would hold you and touch you and promise you the world.
Before we would shun you and ignore you and crumble your walls.
You're "The ONE" "The ONLY"
You make him feel alive, like he's worth something.
Without you there is no hope in the world.
That;s why he hits you. Chokes you. Just because he cares.
Yea.
That's why.
You're pretty right?
He loves you and you love him right?
Yea.
Yea.
Maybe next time if you hold him tighter he'll be gentler.
Maybe if you kiss him when you don't want to he won't cut you.
Maybe next time, next time, next time,
Maybe next time will never come...
©2011
Tuesday, November 8, 2011
True
Since there is no direction in my life
I often look to the guidance of others.
Knowing far well that no matter what words may precariously fall from these mouths
that I am still here and still alone.
Friends are friends. Nothing more or nothing less.
It is said that friends are there for you no matter the cause.
To help you up, to make you smile.
And to some extent they are indeed.
But what I feel a lot of people fail to perceive is that they are not an answer.
Friends really are rather pointless.
They help to pass the time, learn about the news, share laughs with.
But realistically speaking we are all alone.
Live, breathe, and die alone.
No one will be there when you are in your darkest moment.
When you are surrounded but so much hopelessness that it has choked all of the air from your throat.
Leaving you to suffocate in the external world.
Leaving you to reek of despair from every orifice of your unworthy body, until
finally, you can rest for eternity.
"It's all in the way you perceive things Morgan" or " It's all in your head. Think positive and you WILL BE positive"
BULL SHIT! BULL FUCKING SHIT YOU LOUSY WORTHLESS COWARD!
why? why? whywhywhywhwhywhy?
I never asked to be born.
I never asked to be sad and pathetic.
Fight fight fight you can do it.
I feel like a terminal patient fighting for nothing.
"All you need it hope and courage Morgan. Just keep believing!"
Believing? Believing in what exactly?
A higher power? An almighty being?
In Happiness?
In Death?
I don't understand why this has to happen to anyone. I don't understand.
Call me what you want.
Attention seeking.
Pathetic.
Hopeless.
A failure.
A drop out.
A waste of space.
Doomed.
what ever it is, it's probably true.
I often look to the guidance of others.
Knowing far well that no matter what words may precariously fall from these mouths
that I am still here and still alone.
Friends are friends. Nothing more or nothing less.
It is said that friends are there for you no matter the cause.
To help you up, to make you smile.
And to some extent they are indeed.
But what I feel a lot of people fail to perceive is that they are not an answer.
Friends really are rather pointless.
They help to pass the time, learn about the news, share laughs with.
But realistically speaking we are all alone.
Live, breathe, and die alone.
No one will be there when you are in your darkest moment.
When you are surrounded but so much hopelessness that it has choked all of the air from your throat.
Leaving you to suffocate in the external world.
Leaving you to reek of despair from every orifice of your unworthy body, until
finally, you can rest for eternity.
"It's all in the way you perceive things Morgan" or " It's all in your head. Think positive and you WILL BE positive"
BULL SHIT! BULL FUCKING SHIT YOU LOUSY WORTHLESS COWARD!
why? why? whywhywhywhwhywhy?
I never asked to be born.
I never asked to be sad and pathetic.
Fight fight fight you can do it.
I feel like a terminal patient fighting for nothing.
"All you need it hope and courage Morgan. Just keep believing!"
Believing? Believing in what exactly?
A higher power? An almighty being?
In Happiness?
In Death?
I don't understand why this has to happen to anyone. I don't understand.
Call me what you want.
Attention seeking.
Pathetic.
Hopeless.
A failure.
A drop out.
A waste of space.
Doomed.
what ever it is, it's probably true.
Arteries
Forgoing am I nothing.
Has this all been a lie?Simplistically speaking it isn't what you think.
Perhaps it is an illusion of the mind.
Tricks are played on fools who wait.
Life isn't stopping so why are you?
Technical terms are a myth created for your delusion.
Where is this going?
Left
Right
Wrong side of the tram.
I just want to touch your porous skin.
A wire brush feels like the hands of Jesus to the numb.
Can't complain though cause You're still breathing.
In
Out
In
Out
I-Instantly revived.
Funny how life works.
The sky is red from all of the severed arteries of your beliefs.
shit. we're drowning.
©2011
Sedative
Attest to be the best,
no feelings attached.
The air is stale where I am.
Breathing becomes only necessary to exist.
Not living, just existing.
Join hands and I'll make you feel elated.
Where as I remain here jaded
from all things positive.
Assertive, negative, sedative.
Sedation. Yes please.
Breathing becomes only necessary to exist.
alive. alive. alive.
Who? Nope not me,
just existing.
©2011
no feelings attached.
The air is stale where I am.
Breathing becomes only necessary to exist.
Not living, just existing.
Join hands and I'll make you feel elated.
Where as I remain here jaded
from all things positive.
Assertive, negative, sedative.
Sedation. Yes please.
Breathing becomes only necessary to exist.
alive. alive. alive.
Who? Nope not me,
just existing.
©2011
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