Writhe it open
Break the bone
Snap the spine
Cut the wrist
Chop the head
Slice the throat
Drink the blood
Contemplate your feelings
Go back and forth
Help your misery
Succumb to your selfdestruction
Why do ghosts surround me?
This is my blood.
This is my way to bleed
‘cuz I can bleed in no other way.
I can tell the difference between fiction and fantasy.
I’m not insane.
I’m not even emo,
Maybe just permanently depressed.
Up and down.
Go forth and back
until you’re stuck in a spiral
equal to everybody else’s.
I don’t wanna feel this but I can’t let go,
Can’t escape this great empty pitch,
Dark as a cavern under mountains.
In this hollow place I call my heart,
The vastness of death is taking over,
And I don’t wanna bleed but I do.
Empty pages, hollow like my cavern
I stare at them for hours
Hoping for enlightenment
I spend hours, days,
weeks staring holes in space
Hoping for redemption
And when something happens
It always makes my heart jump and ache
Because nothing happens in between.
Annoyance, restlessness, darkness,
Why can’t I just be happy for once in my life
Without risking the murder of another soul?