We fought until we fell apart                                                            ­                                                                 ­                                                         
 No love left in each other's hearts                                                                        ­                                                      
All these years we can't regain             
                                                                                    ­                            
Any empathy that once remained                                                                 
I have always wondered why I stayed                                                           ­                                            
                                                                ­                                              
While you continued to push me away      
                                                                    ­                                                   
Now all of the love that we once knew                                                                     ­                                        
Has become a stain of me & you

theres this ache in my heart
it never goes away
not fully
only dulls

i tried to cut it out

that didnt work

i tried to burn it out

that didnt work

i tried drown it in pills and alcohol

that didnt work

so

at last

i tried to **** it

took out my blade
went to work with it
as i had many times

took out my bottle
and felt the familiar warmth spread throughout my body

and finally
took out the pill bottle

took them all within two swallows

and i decided that wasnt enough

so i took the bottle of cough syrup

chugged that

and went to bed

Sometimes I feel like Prometheus
Strung across that rock
Punished for giving

A lifetime of consequence
Begins to mock

The difference is
I could free myself
Whenever I’d like
A similar story
Shown in a more tragic light

My insides are pecked at
By all the people I love
I could hold out my hand to stop them
But if I do they would sob

Maybe tomorrow I can do it
Maybe tomorrow my love will extend
To the one who harbors it all in the end

I have to stop soon
For if I don’t I’ll be grey
The life draining out of me
With only one left to blame

write letters adressing the closest people in your life
feel bad that you cant write them all letters
try to reassure them that it wasnt anyones fault
that it was bound to happen sooner or later
say sorry over and over again
tell them not to throw you a funeral
to donate your body
clean your room
and everything else you can
make sure there isnt any loose ends
give away your stuff
theyll need it more than you
hang out with them one last time
then
lock your door
lock everything and everyone out
you cry but you know you must do this
take the pills
every last one
no matter how much you gag, they all must go
turn off your light
turn off your phone
and go to bed
one
last
time

Sticks and stones break bones.

Words and feelings shatter my heart.

It’s like a poet with a whip like tongue.

You lash me with your words and I stagger back.

Begging for the ground to swallow me whole.

Words hurt.

Words are hidden behind sweet tones and kind voices.

But underneath they are *****, derogatory, and filthy.

Don’t call a woman a w—re just because you think it’s funny.

Don’t call a man a f-gg-t just because he has a different clothing style and doesn’t dress masculine.

Words cut deeper than sticks and stones could ever.

Words.     Hurt

How can you possibly be so angry
At someone you love so dearly?
Or rather, how could your life get shattered
By someone you trusted completely?

I scratch my scars
peel them off.
Turn them into scraps.

They never stop bleeding
because I don’t want them to.
This poetry is made of pain,
a style nib dipped in blood.

Verses made of hatred.
of
   pain;
           of
   blood

Some people need a sunset
and a coffee
to find their words.

What I need
is to fill my body with my own aches
until
        there
                 is
and                nothing
      I                            left
        can
               dip
                      my
                            words
                                       in
                                     ­       it.