DisconnectedWhat do you do when you look inside yourself and find nothingDisconnected by breathinbreathout
When the person you are is disconnected from the skin you’re wearing
When you try to find what’s not right and you realize it’s everything
Feeling your bones ever more hallowing
They say when you die the person you are,your soul leaves you
That makes me breathing but dead
So internally scared by your mind that you can see them as soon as you pull up those sleeves
Maybe you’ll finally feel yourself on a deathbed
Or maybe you’re just buried in these vices
Is the person you were gone forever
If so oh how death entices
Because I’m so tired of being the survivor
Whatever happened to you you just don’t know
So go back to what you know best
The addictions and you what a sad duo
So for now I’ll just lay and hope this gets better after I rest
Center of the StormThe center of the storm is where I belongCenter of the Storm by breathinbreathout
Everything destroyed in my path
From a distance beautiful like a hundred sad songs
Until you look closer and see the aftermath
This is me sounding the sirens stay away
Don’t be the fool who stays and thinks they can survive
Because everyone that’s came close to this storm has not been okay
Even the person in the center of this storm isn’t alive
Don’t worry though storms always die
You won’t always have to be afraid
Because after it dies it’s as soothing as a child’s lullaby
I promise you’ll be happy you hadn’t have stayed
The storm is not worth the destruction and suffering
Please leave and save yourself and let the storm fade away
Because the person in the center storm will never be recovering
Before it kills or hurts you please leave never get close runaway
Deja VuThick smoke in the airDeja Vu by breathinbreathout
It’s all too familiar
Stresses making you pull out your hair
One more failure
The oh so familiar sting of the blade
The Reckless and uncaring actions
Hopeless thoughts begin to invade
So do all the old addictions
Just pick your poison
Many you’ve been a slave to
If lucky this time it’ll take you to the coffin
How will you ever be able to continue
Déjà vu all over again
Except you have less friends then before
Is it possible to stay afloat in the ocean of your sin
Or is this the time you sink to the ocean floor
I swear this is nothing against you.Remember when I was happy?I swear this is nothing against you. by InterrogateMe
I don't recall.
And all I can feel now is an overflow of emotions
And bad poetry swimming through my veins.
Can't you see the puke color of my blood being sucked up through the needle,
Through the plastic tube?
And maybe I'll black out from feeling the sickening rush
on my ear,
Through the radiation of my phone.
I thought I'd tell you everything I planned out in my head
But my kindness overtook me
And made me merciful.
I didn't want to write our fall upon broken glass with a pen
Because at least you can erase pencil.
And the shavings will never last,
Just as I found that we wouldn't either.
I am tired of livingI have been forever more hurt by all I love,I am tired of living by XxEmoxxPandaxX
Yet what I had, people I've known, simply gave shove.
They took away all the happiness I had once had,
And now here's left a boy forever more sad.
This boy had so much brightness in his life,
Now he simply stares at a sharp, silver knife.
This boy has had enough of all that happens to him,
But yet, he knew all of his actions aren't on whim.
Oh, this boy is tired of everything, and everyone,
Why do they not see that this tortured boy is done?
Why can they not see, the boy the devoured so,
Is turning into a monster, feeling so low?
Do these beings not have what this boy has?
It seems like nearly every being is a spazz.
Oh, this boy will finally take action,
He does not care the result of attraction.
This boy is done. This boy has death send.
This boy has already taken the knife's end~
Pretty GirlIt's a Friday night andPretty Girl by alsalegend
There's no need to worry
Although he's out, he's drunk, you're still
The only one in his mind
You don't have to even try
To make him love you
On your way home and
Did you know that she is worried so
Wond'ring what you're doing alone
If you make it back to her come
Saturday morning will you be her
Into the street you run
To catch a glimpse of him, run to him
Tell him how you will always be his
An engine roar, alas not his
Midnight passes and still waiting his
Running late now, grabbing the keys
Had one, two, three too many
But you still put pedal to the metal
Driving home way too fast, swore
You would be home by morning
Ready to give in is the
When she hears the engines sound and
Pulls herself off of the ground
Races out without a sound to him
Drunken does not slow down for his
A fistful of r
AliceTwenty-six. Carved. “If love could have saved you, you would have lived forever.”Alice by alsalegend
Twenty-six. Its been a year since I could bring myself to see her again.
Twenty-four. Did she love me at all? I am confused, distraught. I run out of the cemetery and keep running. Alice... how could you?
Twenty-four. John says he has to tell me something. Says “I don't suppose it matters now.”
Twenty-four. I lay the flowers on the coffin and turn away. That goodbye is the most difficult of my life.
Twenty-four. I have to say goodbye to my Alice. For some reason, I can't cry and I don't know why.
Twenty-four. Ashes to ashes, dust to dust.
Twenty-four. A doctor walks out of the doors slowly and looks me in the eye. I don't have to hear what he is about to say to know what has happened.
Twenty-four. Alice looks like she is only sleeping. The doctors shout words that I don't understand and rush past me into an operating theatre. Me and John have to wait outside.