BiPolar Love StoryBiPolar Love Story11 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And i can still smell you on my clothes
And now i know what it feels like to be crushed
And now i know what it feels like to be a novelty
And now i know what it feels like to be drowned
By someone you love
Its all over but i'm still choking on the lies
How can we go on living line after line
i can only stitch myself up so many times
How can all this have happened
Then again it wouldn't have been the first time you threw us all away
i've waited so long for someone like you
To fill my days with ruin
Every smile is a painful reminder
Of how i miss you
Of how much this distance has made my scars itch
All the tears in the world could never stop
All the heartbreaking wreckage
[Did i do that]
i love that i cant get enough but i'd be lying if i said that i didn't expect it
You've past me twice but our eyes haven't met again
You turned my world into remnants of blood in my sink
On my sheets
On my writs
In my heart
Will you pick up the pieces again?
Or let them fall to
Pretentious Bullshit?Pretentious Bullshit?11 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And she's still so fucking perfect</i>
n from her beautifully polished pedestal
Condescending glances out of the corner of her striking eyes
Doll face and porcelain skin
Her curls fr
A New OutlookA New Outlook11 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The useless friend sits and gazes upon the others judging and condescending her.
Her shattered life means nothing to them;
she is all but an inconvenience.
She begins to slip in and out of reality trying to escape the incessant downward spiral to the deep depression which consumes her.
The mutilation that the hatred from others has caused on her innocent body is, at times, too much to look at.
Her eyes are a blank and her mind seems empty.
Her pale face looks upon the world now with no expression.
She has no wants or needs except that this suffering will soon come to an end.
The thoughts and questions that she finds herself asking are somewhat morbid yet valid to the tolerant and understanding souls.
Many have tried to assist her in the torment; offering stories of their own anguish and torture