Shh.
They're listening.
Look behind you.
Breathe in.
Breathe out.
In again.
Faster.
Faster.
Stop.
"Are you okay?"
I'm dying.
"I'm fine."
Shapes, forms, bodies, animals, plants
Shifting, moving, being
Watching
Staring.
"What's wrong with you?"
Everything.
"Nothing."
Freak.
You're a freak.
No one wants you.
You should kill yourself, let them out of their misery
Do it
Quick.
Now.
Or we'll do the job for you.
"You're crazy."
I know.
"They're fake, you know."
No they're not.
"What are you doing?"
I'm shaking.
I'm dying.
This is how I live.
Save me
Save me, from the monsters, the shadows
Save me
"What can I do?"
You can stop.
You can stop bein
My name is Breathless
Because you steal it from me
My name is Memoryless
Because the past hurts too much
My name is Bondless
Because theyre all cut away
My name is Friendless
Because Im alone with or without you
My name is Sleepless
Because I lie awake and think of you
My name is Painless
Because all there is is the void
My name is Tearless
Because Ive cried so much I have none left
My name is Trustless
Because of the lies you told me
My name is Skinless
Because whats inside me shows through
My name is Nameless
Because I dont know why Im not who I am
My name is Warless
Because you
I have too many ideas
For such a lonely person.
I know too many words
For someone so silent.
I love too much
For someone often forgotten.
I smile too much
For such a unseen person.
I pray too much
For someone so unfaithful.
Daydreams.
My mind is the only place I feel safe.
I love you
Wait, who said that?
What does that mean?
I love you? What did I heard, or felt, or seen?
I love you,
Are those just some words?
That you can take into a park,
And throw it at some birds?
I love you
What is the price?
Because love is a verb,
And it probably would be nice.
But you speak it and don't show,
You yell it, but do you even know?
Do you even think about
What you say in your glamorous shout?
I love you!
I already heard you
But I don't believe you.
How can I believe you?
The ones who don't understand what love is,
Are the ones who actually feel it.
Are the ones who certainly want it.
But they are too young! They are to
i'm a difficult boy. by crooked-clockwork, literature
Literature
i'm a difficult boy.
if let you’d let me swallow down
your heart of solid
gold, to cure the black
inside my soul – if we were
one, instead of two,
i believe i could find some
love inside of me.
because i’m a difficult boy to talk to;
with a mind full of
deteriorating memoirs of
pills, love, abuse, and
chaotic
alternate memories. i’m a body
frozen in the grips
of a thousand incidents,
of a million standalone car
“accidents” – molded by amber resin
that holds my limbs shock-still
in a stagnant pool of my stepfather’s
fingerprints.
because i’m a difficult boy to hold;
with thoughts full of girls in racy
garm
I'm searching for a white rose
Among a sea of crimson red
That litter the field in countless throes
Looking for life among the dead
I see one withered black rose,
And one red with gleaming thorns,
But not a hint of white within the rows
Of both the old and the newborns
I stop and sit to take a rest,
Watching blue skies give into red,
Holding this hope within my breast
That I might find life among the dead
I have been searching all my life
As countless others did before me,
Searching for the truth among questions rife,
For a hint of white among a red sea
And forever I will search the field
Where the red roses thrive,
Hoping f
I live in a world
Where thought is a dirty word
The mind is criminal, to read is to sin
When you show their ideas are thin
Out of hate, out of fear
They will ignore what is near
And refuse to see the stars
If they seem to far
I live in a world
Where love is a dirty word
They will hate you and beat you
They’ll say your words are untrue
They’ll do it in the name of justice
In the name of heaven, in the name of peace
But their God will sit silently
As in his name they speak
I live in a world
Where speech is a dirty word
They will silence you and take you away
If they don’t like the words that you say
They will do it in the na
In My World
You call me crazy because I talk to myself,
You call me strange because I see things in a different light,
You whisper curses behind my back, Not that I really care.
Because I live in my own little world where you're cruel words are powerless.
I sit in my world content and watch the world go on through a two-way mirror.
I see people filling there lungs with poison clouds,
And kill there body's with liquid- sweet on the lips but a killer of the soul.
They condemn those behind bars, but turn a blind eye to injustice themselves.
I see them killing in the name of