The Sound of Loniness (new poetry ( Read more... )

Ever get a gut feeling something isn't right? lately thats all i can feel. i feel like my world i once had has long collapsed already and nothing that once exisited exists now. The roses are dried and withering at the finger tip's touch and pictures crumble and tear.and you just know nothing will ever be the same.Nothing.And it almost seems like ( Read more... )

New Poety- comment if u like ( Read more... )

So everything is fucked.i wish i could speak these words within but i won;t allow myself to make it a problem to people who wouldn't care or shouldn't know. I will simply explain cause and effect. I have not 1 but 2 friends who are comitting my mistake as i have grown out of now. However,just because i cured my sickness of pain for relief- i know ( Read more... )

'...i feel like it's over,i feel like it's coming after me, i feel like it's closer, i feel like this is all i'll ever be, i feel like a failure, i feel like a hungry parasite, i feel like a razor, i feel like a prayer lost in flight, i feel like im hopless...'-Otep-My Autopsy Song ( Read more... )

Quite Frightening...i know this might be the first entry that isn't poetic...idk i don't have it in me right now. God, i do hate to rant but i can't take it, i hate everything. I really think i don't have anyone. Everyone fades in and out and those who think they know me don't.i so badly want to say so much but can't find the words to phrase ( Read more... )

I hate everything. I'm drowning and it's agonizing how it's taking so long to die, to say good bye to it all. I can't fucking stand anything or anyone, i feel like screaming but at the same time fear be to shut up or closed up. Is anything i ever do followed by anything but fear? As if being condemmemd by someone else wasn't enough, i can't even ( Read more... )

So lets close the door, swallow the key and hope walls can't hear...i can't stand to look at myself i feel a feeling of bitterness and origins of hate arise. My knucles are bloody and shattered glass lays before me, how long can i pretend to not see whats really there? How many times am i going to try and correct someone when i can;t control myself ( Read more... )

New Poetry ( Read more... )

Well right now i can't keep back much anymore, call it brake down if you must. The blood is seeping, but the thoughts just begun to unravel, won't you care to blindfold yourself? Let my shame not infect you ( Read more... )