#tragickindofsad

[allmothsdied]

Getting this tiny again

Sticking on something

You know so well

Selfmade home of bones

It's coldly warm inside

But falling

Falling

Because this never could be ok

Tiny

Too tiny for this body

Too tiny for this world

Too small that pain never can fits in

Still too empty

Do u hear the echo?

I'm screaming

Tiny won't save you

It never did

It kills

But be killed feels too very known

Selfmade home of bones

I just can't let you all

Die before me

Too tiny for this shitty kind of sad

I think i can't ever get fixed

So I'm holding on this edge

Of tragic beauty

Of starving

Til everything will be better

Til things get right

Til...

I don't know how long

I stop caunting

Breath by breath

But this body is miracly healthy

And I have no idea why or how or...

Maybe take took someone others blood

Because it hurts too much

To it be right

And running and running and running

And world's diyng

And won't ever change

Feed me with pills

I would ate them all

One by one day by day

And nothing's right

Nothing's right

Getting tiny

So dressed me in white dress

With light pink shine

Like there never was blood

And all the dirt of touch

Like there be blood no more

Little tiny plastic barbie doll

Playplayplay with me

I have nothing left

I would never grow up

Selfmade home of bones

It's all what last

It's all what always last

That's what homes are made for

See? It's cozy inside

Hungry and empty and sad

Tragic kind of beauty

Tragic kind of sad

White dress won't ever fix again

Once you bleed

Once you loos

What was is no more

Just scars remains

And remains and fucking remains

Every sharp inch of it

I'm sorry mom, i go back

I know we've been before

But it doesn't matter if you run

It's always there

Waiting to slap you in face

To eat you still alive

And I rather be dancing

On my own grave

With dear fiancé Death itself

So they couldn't ever bury me

So i could stay alive

In my selfmade home of bones

Too tiny

Too tiny to let them find me

Too tiny for this body

Too tiny for this world

Too small that pain never can fits in

Just... Don't look at me

I know it hurts

I know the blue shade of gray in the eyes

Watch me spinning downdowndown

Like i'm always

I just can't stand on

Somebody's grave

So I build my own

Selfmade home of bones

Aching body aching soul

In this fucking aching world

How could you not dance

While everything's burning

To very end death

I just learn to get friends with shadows

It lives with me know

Kinda good room-mate i guess

Could be worse

Shares my tinnyness

That's what friends are supposed to do, right? Share...

Hungry for tragic beauty

They say it's a curse

But they got their own too

Soo it's ok

We are ok

So fucking fine

Dancing in home made of bones

Just don't watch us til the end

Don't watch us when we fall

When we burn ourselves

In the very end

Of all homes made of bones

#czech poetry #poetry #poem #poems #poet #my poems #drunk poetry #my writting #i write #my writing #write #writing #writeaway #writerslife #tragicbeauty #tragic beauty #tragic kind of sad #tragickindofsad #tragic kind of beauty #tragickindofbeauty #dancing on my own grave #dancing on my grave #dancingonmygrave #ed #eating disorder #eating desorders #sorry everyone #empty #czechpoetry