s h u t u p.
Too many "fuck you's"
that morph into
drip off this
Try and make it better. Fail. Try again. Break down.
So many faults
that seem to just
turn me into someone
Look into the mirror. See nothing but a clone. Fabrication. No longer me.
I stare and want
to break that glass
so that I can also
b r e a k.
Try and say something. Turns into nothing but rage. Take it out on you.
This shattered heart
only wants to make it
and become one again.
"I want to hate you."
"But I can't."
"So I hate me instead."
"But why won't this stop?"
"Why can't you make it stop?"
"...it's not my fault."
Say what you want to say. Honest brutality.
"H E L P M E"
It's time for me to
s h u t u p.
Losing AltitudeAnd it's sickening the way they bleed you dry and twist the copper between your teeth.Losing Altitude3 years ago in Scraps More Like This
You live for superiority and yet you preach for peace.
BullyingMommy please don't cry,Bullying9 years ago in Scraps More Like This
It wasn't planned for me to die.
At this young age I should laugh and be glad,
But I haven't been as the others and they treated me bad.
I tried to escape mommy I really tried,
But they always found me, and against agony they me tied.
I tried to cry when you weren't home,
I tried only to cry when I was alone.
Mommy why did they hurt me, wasn't I beautiful,
With white soft skin, as a china doll?
Daddy when you read this letter I've left this place,
Sadly I couldn't do it without leaving a trace.
You will find an empty body in my room,
I sent myself to an unpleasant doom.
They pushed me to far dad; I've been hurt so much,
They pushed out to the dark zone where I was out of touch.
But not from their words and their laughter,
Their bullying made my heart shatter.
Why did they do this to me
Why wasn't I, as they wanted to see?
I tired to fit in mom and dad, I really tried,
But I guess they all wanted me to die.
I'm crying right now, for the last time,
I'm going to pa
i have the right not to give excuses or reasonsi am not going toi have the right not to give excuses or reasons4 years ago in Scraps More Like This
i am no ocean tide,
ebbing and flowing
over the sands of us,
and your approval-
of what i am
is not needed.
you do not
need to know
why i am hurt,
why we do not speak,
or why i still love you.
you do not
need to understand
(the way the moon
does its stars)
why i feel and ache
and show this on
my skin and bone.
of keeping you away,
of creating distance
more than the miles
the power i hold
between my teeth
and i burrow
like scarab beetles in the sand
i cannot wait
and not feel
The Professor's Not Shaw-FootedPygmalion:The Professor's Not Shaw-Footed3 years ago in Scraps More Like This
P. falls over: