Saltwater days
after a night of freshwater dreams
that are just delusions
as I tumble down the cliff.
Scrapes and bruises
that don't hurt until the morning
of the saltwater day.
And I drown until I'm pulled into the shallows of the
freshwater dreams
that are so sickly sweet
that I go into sugar shock
and I
I die.
And then the eels
and jellyfish resuscitate me and I'm back in the saltwater day.
But these saltwater days
remind me that I'm alive.
I hate writing.
The taste it leaves in my mouth
makes me want to puke.
It rips open my veins
and destroys my mind.
Yes,
I have galaxies in my eyes
and universes in my blood.
But writing destroys them
Writing leaves me empty.
Or
Does it simply show me
how empty I already am?
It's dirty dishes
And dead grass.
It's ha;f empty glasses.
Holes in the walls from liquor bottles.
It's dying stars
and imploding planets.
It's an empty soul
And a bad taste in your mouth.
Europe
Poland
Romania
Thanking God
he's safe.
This Broken Soldier.
I destroyed
the heart of
a traveling soldier.
My soldier.
He gave me everything,
And I just threw it all away.
Why did I
break the heart
of my Traveling Soldier.
No trust.
No love anymore.
All I have
is the almost hate
of a Broken Soldier.
So this,
this is
exhaustion.
I could sleep
for a thousand years,
and still be tired.
Exhaustion.
Its not a
physical
thing.
It's mental.
Emotional.
But,
yet,
its still physical.
It's
sleeping pills
and antidepressants.
It's
"I'm fine,
just didnt sleep well."
When you've slept
for 12 hours.
It's getting a dog
because maybe,
just maybe'
having something breathing and warm
something alive
will help lull you to sleep.
Will make you get up
because you have a reason to.
I just want to sleep.
Just leave me be
so I can sleep
You asked me
why
I want you
to
destroy
me.
Well,
my love,
that way,
you dont have to worry anymore.
That way,
I'll have a reason
to feel this way.
That way,
my love,
that way
I'll get what I deserve
and a reason to leave.
So please
my love,
Just say it.
Destroy me.
But remember,
You cant say amything
worse
than
what
I
tell
myself.
So just go on.
Destroy me.
Lexapro and Trazodone by CrossfireLove, literature
Literature
Lexapro and Trazodone
Shattered windows
empty halls
Lexapro and Trazodone.
She's a shell
nothing left of the girl
she used to be.
Nothing left of the girl
he thought he loved.
"Youre nothing.
Nothing but a fuck up"
She repeats
as she stares into the mirror.
Seeing nothing of the girl she used to be.
Lexapro and Trazodone
She stares at the bottles
wondering
what it would be like
if the pain could stop.
Lexapro
Xoloft
Trazodone
Atarax
She just wants the pain
to go away.
She just wants the pain
to end.
Lexapro and Trazodone.
I know I fucked up
I fucked up
I fucked up
But please
accept this
my apology.
I know that I caused all this
But it's not my fault alone
You are at fault too my love.
But I'll take all the blame
All the hate.
They can't make me hate myself more
than I already do.
They cant make me want to die
than I already do.
They can make me feel worse
than I already do.
You're at fault too my love.
Shaking hands trying to light a cigarette
with a lighter she can't keep hold of.
Wishing she was numb
as she feels her heart break even more.
Staring into the shattered mirror
more of it on the floor than the wall.
Running makeup
and bloodied hands
bloody wrists.
Just wanting to die
but holding onto that small shard of hope
that she has left.
Bathroom floors
holes in walls
too many liquor bottles
lining the cabinets and counters.
She's a mess
but she'd be damned if they see that
Shell be dead when he sees that.
Saltwater days
after a night of freshwater dreams
that are just delusions
as I tumble down the cliff.
Scrapes and bruises
that don't hurt until the morning
of the saltwater day.
And I drown until I'm pulled into the shallows of the
freshwater dreams
that are so sickly sweet
that I go into sugar shock
and I
I die.
And then the eels
and jellyfish resuscitate me and I'm back in the saltwater day.
But these saltwater days
remind me that I'm alive.
I hate writing.
The taste it leaves in my mouth
makes me want to puke.
It rips open my veins
and destroys my mind.
Yes,
I have galaxies in my eyes
and universes in my blood.
But writing destroys them
Writing leaves me empty.
Or
Does it simply show me
how empty I already am?
It's dirty dishes
And dead grass.
It's ha;f empty glasses.
Holes in the walls from liquor bottles.
It's dying stars
and imploding planets.
It's an empty soul
And a bad taste in your mouth.
Europe
Poland
Romania
Thanking God
he's safe.
This Broken Soldier.
I destroyed
the heart of
a traveling soldier.
My soldier.
He gave me everything,
And I just threw it all away.
Why did I
break the heart
of my Traveling Soldier.
No trust.
No love anymore.
All I have
is the almost hate
of a Broken Soldier.
So this,
this is
exhaustion.
I could sleep
for a thousand years,
and still be tired.
Exhaustion.
Its not a
physical
thing.
It's mental.
Emotional.
But,
yet,
its still physical.
It's
sleeping pills
and antidepressants.
It's
"I'm fine,
just didnt sleep well."
When you've slept
for 12 hours.
It's getting a dog
because maybe,
just maybe'
having something breathing and warm
something alive
will help lull you to sleep.
Will make you get up
because you have a reason to.
I just want to sleep.
Just leave me be
so I can sleep
You asked me
why
I want you
to
destroy
me.
Well,
my love,
that way,
you dont have to worry anymore.
That way,
I'll have a reason
to feel this way.
That way,
my love,
that way
I'll get what I deserve
and a reason to leave.
So please
my love,
Just say it.
Destroy me.
But remember,
You cant say amything
worse
than
what
I
tell
myself.
So just go on.
Destroy me.
Lexapro and Trazodone by CrossfireLove, literature
Literature
Lexapro and Trazodone
Shattered windows
empty halls
Lexapro and Trazodone.
She's a shell
nothing left of the girl
she used to be.
Nothing left of the girl
he thought he loved.
"Youre nothing.
Nothing but a fuck up"
She repeats
as she stares into the mirror.
Seeing nothing of the girl she used to be.
Lexapro and Trazodone
She stares at the bottles
wondering
what it would be like
if the pain could stop.
Lexapro
Xoloft
Trazodone
Atarax
She just wants the pain
to go away.
She just wants the pain
to end.
Lexapro and Trazodone.
I know I fucked up
I fucked up
I fucked up
But please
accept this
my apology.
I know that I caused all this
But it's not my fault alone
You are at fault too my love.
But I'll take all the blame
All the hate.
They can't make me hate myself more
than I already do.
They cant make me want to die
than I already do.
They can make me feel worse
than I already do.
You're at fault too my love.
Shaking hands trying to light a cigarette
with a lighter she can't keep hold of.
Wishing she was numb
as she feels her heart break even more.
Staring into the shattered mirror
more of it on the floor than the wall.
Running makeup
and bloodied hands
bloody wrists.
Just wanting to die
but holding onto that small shard of hope
that she has left.
Bathroom floors
holes in walls
too many liquor bottles
lining the cabinets and counters.
She's a mess
but she'd be damned if they see that
Shell be dead when he sees that.
Dear sister, look at me and tell me what you see
Am I everything you need? Tell me you believe
Dear brother, leg go of my hand for I'm too weak to stand
take me to the badland, bury me in the sand
Another branch has broken off
Shaven clean right off the top
Don't know if I'll follow yet
But I swear I won't forget
Little girl, don't be sad I swear I'm not that bad
Do you think I am that mad? You and mom and even dad?
Little boy just shut your eyes, be absolved of all the lies
You can never break the tie so leave me here to die
Angels weep and I can't sleep
Absolution's all I need
I've no faith but still I pray
Angels above will keep you saf
Cigarette
Man I love talking to her
Mainly because she's nice
But talking to her is dangerous
And i don't think about it twice
Sitting in a dark room alone
She's my open pack of marlboro lights
She makes me feel happy
Until she leaves me for the night
So I pull her out again
And get out my light
Take a deep breath in
Don't even try to fight
Look at the label saying that she's safe
No second guessing, I believe it to be truth
Sit back and take a deep breath
Don't even care enough to find any proof
I stare her deep in the eyes
See what we can turn out to be
Take one more breath of death
Supposedly cancer-free
Everyone tells me to quit her
I may be small
And I may be scarred
I may be wounded
And I may be marred
I may be sweet
And I may be simple
I may be delicate
And I may be frail
I may be all these things and more
But do not set me on a shelf
Far away from everyone else
For fear I might be broken and harmed
Alone and forlorn I sit on this shelf
With dust gathering about my heart
Fingers gripping at the edge
I look down with tears of dread
Let me down from this place
This place that I so hate
Let me go away from here
To some place better where I can steer
Captain of my fate, the seas are mine to fear
So don't protect me, oh contrare,
Let me be myself away fro