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Nora Jul 2016
Tired, ironic and
Flatly stating
Jests about
Cyanide, suicide,
Joining laughter
To subside and
Normalize pain
Or rather,
Try to --
The joke’s on them
I still want to die
Nora May 2016
why do i always want
the wanton, the wicked?
when my mind wanders
it’s always a bad place
Nora May 2016
I’m bigger, but better
In all senses of the word
My old clothes,
Tight, taut, too tiny,
Abandoned for I have
Outgrown them
growing both physically and spiritually as I continue to conquer my eating disorder. Lots of love to those who are fighting as I am!
Nora May 2016
highs **** pain
from lows and
gains will gamble
death, russian
roulette from
morphine shots
will always take
you gently
Nora May 2016
a courtesy conditioned,
disingenuous inquisition
societal reflexes true and
queued because they don't
******* care
Nora May 2016
pitch black night light
screen taps, too bright
eyes squint blink tears
swallow, sigh, hold fears
one sob empty throat
alone, aloof, alone, alive
Nora May 2016
Eons ephemeral
have come and
gone yet you've
stayed the same

I don't want to be
a ghost any
longer but I don't
know how to
materialize
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