Wallflower
Her eyes so blue
Like the ocean before you drown
But you can never see them.
As they only look down
She blended in to the wall
Her hand clutching the books
A pretty little thing
Only measured by her looks
She sat in the back
Her lips never spoke
She never had objections
She did what she was told
No one bothered
To ask if she was okay
She was a wallflower
Ever since that day
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Blood is ink
The crimson red
That's in my veins
The obsidian black
That filI the page
What's the difference
Both make up me
One is outside
The other in me
Both are vital
As the air I need to breathe
But one is replaceable
The other fake as can be
With one I can bleed
It lets me live
The other's words I heed
The ones I give
I want the other
But I need both
I don't want either
Where did I go?
Both are my life
Through both I breathe
But I can't have both
I need it to be
I need them both
But I can't have it
I need to bleed
I need to write it
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Death
A social outcast
Skilled at art
Drew with lines
Of a blade in dark
The gothic girl
With headphones in
Music bought a blissful
Peace from within
Long black sleeves
To hide his wrists
Bruised and scared
By blood red slits
Both were choking
And tried for a breath
Both refused to
Succumb to death
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Artist
He was skilled
In the art of lies
Waking in the dark
Muffling his cries
He wanted to talk
But no one listened
With unshed tears
His eyes they glistened
So at night he drew
In the moonlit dark
With another line
He lost a piece of heart
But his art didn't need
Paper or pen
The artist required
A bandage again
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Lips Love to Lie
A mask we wear
To show the others
Our face so bare
Of natural colours
Our heart beats
With a mechanical hum
Movement so fixed
To feelings we're numb
We are told what to do
What to wear, what to say
We are our own person
But we have lost our way
Pick up the brush
And dip it in red dye
As heaven only knows
How much our lips love to lie
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Through his eyes
He saw the bright colours,
The red, the green and blue.
He saw all the oceans,
With their vibrant hues.
He closed his eyes,
Colours so bright.
He opened his eyes,
And saw nothing but white.
He didn't care,
He knew who he was.
He knew what,
A spark to the eye does.
He'd given up hope,
Of seeing any light.
Shadows and dark,
He saw through his eyes.
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Rubatosis
I can hear it, as it beats in my chest
Thump-thump it goes, it never rests
I am aware of it, I hear it
I don't want to, I ignore it
But I still know, I choose not to
But I still hear it, do you?
It's so loud it clouds my head
It's loud, it reminds me I'm not dead
I hear it, can you?
It's loud
I hear it, can you?
It's to loud
Is it normal to want it to stop?
For a second, a minute, an hour tops
I promise I'm okay, I promise I'm alive
Because I can hear it, it tells me I'm alright
I didn't want to hear it
But on it now I depend
It tells I'm alive
And when it is the end
It would say
'I've had enough you need to stop it now'
Could I really do that
'Here I'll show you how'
And then the sound I hated
The sound I thought was okay
The sound told me to close my eyes
To end the eve of today
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You
I need to breathe
I can't
I need to live
I can't
I want to be myself again
Who were you?
I want to remember
When did you?
I'm confused
What about?
Who are you?
Inside or out?
I was with you
Since the beginning
I was always there
Near you
Behind you
In front of you
Beside you
Against you
Don't you know?
I am you
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