Left.I have neither hearth nor home.Time nor gold.This world has taken much from me.But what I do have.Is you.
The moment.Some might say.That in that moment we were infinite.But I do not believe so.In that moment, there was only me.And there was only you.And thats all I needed.
UntitledI fear the hands that ink these words shall end my life.But will all my heart I hope to continue to see you.So with these words I shall try and redeem.These hands of their predetermined deed.
tattooedYour smile is a work of art.Got your name tattooed across my heart.
LoveFluttering, floating softly in the air.Taken to and fro by the breeze.Locations seen that could no be believed.Till the wind grabs and shreds.
Six word poemFor you, my everything. I would.
Scraps CombinedThe monsters in my head are throwing a party.And I'm not invited.They've got me trapped. in my skinAnd I'm not sure if I'll ever be me again.I'll pound on the walls of this cage.I'll not stop till you know my despair.I'll make these words till my heart breaks.I'll shape these thoughts till I feel safe That you know how much I care.The space between us is cavernous.But I wouldn't have anything less.Yes I have this cellular phone.But I've never felt so alone.You're nothing but an instant away.But I know your so far from me.
TrappedNow it may seem that sadness is all I am.But I can promise it is only the penultimate.There is only love in my mind if you went to open it.It is not all I am, but agony as always is enough to condemn,A person, a being trapped by their own fragile little mind.To be crushed and pushed down by the world around you.And you grew up thinking "That they wouldn't do this. It can't be true"Through my pain I will still do I can to be kind.
Because I never lost the memories.You can be addicted to a certain kind of sadness.My longing for you has gone on so long.To imagine me without it would be madness.I always imagined you were to far gone.Now do I reply? What do you say?When happiness is a step away.Behind a door.But behind that door.Could be despair just as easily.How do I step forward,When It could snap the only string,that's keeping me together.
Daddy, am I pretty?Daddy, am I pretty?"Daddy, daddy look at me!"She laughed and twirled aroundDressed up in her dress-up clothes.Daddy didn't make a sound. "Daddy, daddy look at me."She told him once again."Daddy, am I pretty?" Asked she, feeling empty within. "Yes." said daddy flatlyThough look he never did.She ripped off all the clothes,Ran to her room and hid.Daddy never came To ever see if she was fine. In her floor she laid.All she could do was cry. Daddy didn't love her;She knew that in her heart.It's not right for a five year oldTo feel broken, torn apart. Although too many years have passed The story's still the same.I called only when I needed himBut daddy never came.Now my dreams are haunted With that broken little girlAnd her horrid misconception ofThe best daddy in the world.
How fragile we all are.You have died a hero,much too young.No time to see your body worn,so youthful ,so strong.No old age aches and pains,no wrinkles or false teeth,still handsome and so full of life,even jokes upon your lips.You have died a hero,a place in all our hearts,shocked and saddened at your passing,How fragile we all are.Now as the time passes,your memory will remainand as we reminisce your lifeyour image stays the sameYou have died my heroand although I'd like to scold,one sad thought's just occurred to me,you'll never see me old.by Suzanne Karbach June 2014
HomicideSociety killed the teenager.Reality killed the dreamer.Sanity killed the character.Supremacy killed the drifter.Animosity killed the lover.Infamy killed the hero.Compliancy killed the innovator.
[Homestuck x Suicidal!Reader] Prolouge Sadstuck [A/N: So I poured a lot of myself into this guys... enjoy. Butt hurt people may kindly fuck off and stop reading this whenever they wish.] Every day. Every single fucking day. You wake up, knowing the same thing, feeling the same, knowing there is no point to this meaningless joke called life. People around you have lost all meaning. When you were younger, you cried over everything. Over falling, over decisions, over being whispered over. You thought life had a purpose instead of just waiting for death. People grew to hate you and you grew silent. When you were younger, everyone was talking about how life was okay and how things would get better and you believed them you stupid prick. They talk about how sad you can get over your friends ignoring you or being bullied or beaten. Now you see people as pathetic creat
Don't Call For Blood- Self Harm Prevention PoemResist the urgeResist the urgeDon't call for Blood.Resist the urgeResist the urgeDon't call for Blood.I tell myselfI tell myselfDon't call for Blood.I repeatI repeatDon't call for Blood.You're better than thisYou're better than thisDon't call for Blood.You're strongerYou're strongerDon't call for Blood.You don't need the painYou don't need the painDon't call for Blood.It's just an addictionIt's just an addictionDon't call for Blood.It's not what you needIt's not what you needDon't call for Blood.Find a different wayFind a different wayDon't call for Blood.Please cry outPlease cry outDon't call for Blood.Ask for helpAsk for helpDon't call for Blood.Stand up and fightStand up and fightDon't call for Blood.Put it downPut it downDon't call for Blood.This isn't the endThis isn't the endDon't call for Blood.
Who Needs Friends?Dear Loneliness,Will you be my friend?Because I seem to just be a trend,That the world has put to bed.Dear Sorrow,Will you make me smile?Because Happiness has run a mile,Just like everything else I need.Dear Pessimism,Will you help me hope?Because Optimism is a slippery slope,When you've seen the world.Dear Apathy,Will you make me care?Because I hate Interest's flare,In a place too dull for life.Dear Agony,Will you make me content?Because you're the one that'll prevent,That which I long for.Dear Death,Will you make me feel alive?Because I don't even want to survive,In a world that cares too much.Dear Hell,Will you make me a saint?Because I don't deserve a heavenly taint,Due to the sinner that I have become.Dear Friends,Will you make me your sob-story?Because you want all of the pride and glory,Of surviving where your buddy fell.
Love is not made, gained.
LoveLove is not made, gained.Love is not even earned or won.Love just simply is.