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pseudonym

all i made was you

not another myth to spare

don’t fake the truth

you’re not designed to care

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claustrophobic now

intertwined like spiderwebs

zealous—just jealous

elysiums, but not your name

keeping me barely sane.

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Ouch.

Why don’t you just go home
‘Cause you channel all your pain
And I can’t help you go fix yourself
You’re making me insane…

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I want to feel hurt

But I feel it in the wrong places

My weakness is curt

And I tear myself a new madness

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I want to feel hurt

But when I do, I’m fucking reckless

I can’t control myself

And I always leave disfigured traces

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I want to feel hurt

Like that was such a necessary skill

Dying is meaningless

And quickly fades out of initial thrill

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I want to feel hurt

And I just want it to actually feel real

I don’t care for pain

I just want to know what it’s like to feel.

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