outofworkaholic:

Fuck yeah

leaveyouapen:

I’d listen to the words he’d say 
But in his voice I heard decay 
The plastic face forced to portray 
All the insides left cold and gray 
There is a place that still remains 
It eats the fear it eats the pain 
The sweetest price he’ll have to pay 
The day the whole world went away

I say don’t fall in love my friend, you’ll find it never pays.
It only causes heartbreak, it happens every day.
Every time you see or pass them,
Your heart begins to dance.
Your world revolves around him, there is nothing like romance.

I say don’t fall in love my friend.
The price you pay is high.
If I could choose between life or death I think I’d rather die.

I say don’t fall in love my friend,.you’ll hurt before you’re through. You see my friend.. I fell in love with you.

Drip, drip, drip, goes my blood against the floor My mind screaming no, my body screaming more Plip, plop, plip, my life draining away The painful price I’m far too willing to pay

My hand is red with the stain of roses My heart is black with the strain it opposes My mind is shot, a hypocritical masochist My body won’t move, a writhing narcissist

My fist curled tight around a barbed love Is my shackle, my liberation fleeing like a dove The chains that weigh me down are weightless The pains that sway me around are lifeless

Because I am a true fool Twice so to allow myself used as a tool A reluctant lover, a hesitant stranger For this pain, there’s nothing I won’t wager

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likehellalike

#poetry #poems about depression #poe

daughter-of-the-tardis

#depression #venting poetry

likeroses-wedie

#poetry #depressed #where has my mi

directorcsr

#poem #poetry #rose’s poem #rose r

directorcsr

#poem #poetry #rose’s poem #rose r

likeroses-wedie

#blissfullylonely #poetry #depressed

find-a-song-worth-singing

#triggered #personal #poetry #sorry

myfuckingshittyasslife

#depression #depressing poem #poem

cheese-n-raisins

#poetry #broken family poetry #broken

still-psychosomatic

But he who dares not grasp the thorn, should never crave the rose. - Anne Brontë.

#poetry #castle writes #yaaaaaaay #l

b2utifuldreamer:

I cant sleep. My head is hurt. And im angry? im not really sure. And more than that its all because of him. Yes, AGAIN.

I dont really know my feeling toward him. I’ve loved him once. And i go hard for him. But it wasn’t turn out well. I moved on. Im done with my feelings toward him.
But sometime…

my-escape-of-my-world:

But your are gone.

I lack warmth.

My fingertips are now cold.

There is no where to rest my chaotic head.

My thoughts are jumbled. 

There is a part of me missing. 

I feel incomplete.

I am lost.

I dont know where I belong to.

I am stuck.

Constantly searching empty streets.

For your loving eyes.

But you are gone.

sncrlylve:

I Have loved hours at sea

The fragile secret of a flower, music,
The making of a poem that gave me a heaven for an hour

First Stars above a snowy hill,
Voices of people kindly and wise,

and the great look of love, long hidden,
Found at last in meeting eyes

I have loved much and been loved deeply—
oh when my spirit’s fire burns low

Leave me the darkness and the stillness,
I shall be tired and glad to go.

- Sarah Teasdale