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Quiet May 2014
i'm so sorry for saying
'i need you'
instead of 'do you need me?'
because i guess i thought (i think)
you didn't (don't) need me.
Quiet May 2014
trigger
trigger
trigger
maybe i'm pullin' a gun.
surprised the cops ain't come runnin',
because i'm trigger happy, nothing's stoppin'
the pain.
nothing's stoppin' the blood, except the sheriff who rolled into town
unwelcome,
maybe i gotta shoot him too.
i lose everyone, might as well
shoot him too.
trigger
trigger trigger
trigger trigger
maybe i'm pullin' a gun.
Quiet May 2014
my heart
beat
beat
beat
and then i felt
and it stopped.
my heart beat beat beat
and then i felt, and it stopped.
Quiet May 2014
i remember having to stand where they
could find me
and they brought me to some place
that smelt of tears (**** it smelt like screams)
and maybe i shed my own tears
and maybe some other scared little girl smelt
the sugar burning
because my innocence left the day i decided that
everything was awfulscarywhatshappening
so i dialed some number and made a mistake
and i lost the battle to stay
hidden
i remember i remember i remember
saying i loved him, and all he did was
drop me.
i remember i remember i remember
saying i hated me, and all i did was
drop me.
i remember i remember i remember
saying i love you, and all you did was
carry me.
Quiet May 2014
my lips had been kissed by the devil
and his poison had corrupted my heart
why did i have to talk to people
who would never understand
and the answer, he said, was that i didn't.
he said not to talk to anyone, and instead to return
to hell with him,
where i belong.
so with one shot fired,
i did.
  May 2014 Quiet
Blake
When the heroes die-
And good men go to war;
Who will swat the flies?
And who will clean their sores?

In the dawn of destruction,
We seek peace in death machines.

In the wake of extinction,
We seek peace in annihilation.

I fear for my children,
And their children as well-
For this generation of men,
It's safe to say they failed.

When the heroes die-
And good men go to war;
Who will swat the flies?
And who will clean their sores?
  May 2014 Quiet
Trisha
She
she wrote lonely
on her body
because that's what she was

she wrote ugly
on the mirror
because that's what she saw

she wrote broken
on her heart
because she was hurt

but in the end she was a human
drunk on the idea that love
only love
could heal her
brokenness
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