TheLonelyOyster

Selfless lover that she be, You can hear her cries all the way out to sea, She's drowning, suffocating, gagging, But that's the way she wants to go. She loved a man, who wanted everything, And so she gave him all he desired. But he took too much, Never a thank you or a please, And the poor selfless lover grew tired, She cried and cried till the Nile River began to over flood, She drenched the sand beneath her feet, And instead of comforting her, the man then said, Can I have one more last thing? The woman stopped her tears, held the anchor on heart, Allowing it to sink down into her stomach, Hoping the stomach acid would eat he

You're clinging unto every word, Digging your nails into some sort of solid truth, So allow me to give you the most real truth you'll ever hear, Keep on letting go until you're whole. I can see you're in pain, I can see your head is swarming like a wasps nest, Swirling around every emotion, you want to scream. Keep on letting go until you're whole. You're crying, and that's okay, You're writhing in pain, Every limb in your body seems to be twisting, And all you want to do is to call his name, But you can't. He's not there, I'm sorry. Stop torturing yourself, You're the one who is caging your body and mind, You're the one who w

Sitting in my cozy chair, Harsh winds blowing through my curtains and into my hair. I shiver, I shake, I cough and I sneeze. I'm sick, ya know? It's some sort of smancy fancy disease. I can feel my hair follicles, They're dropping down one by one, Soon I'll be bald and then you'll see, If I am pretty or not. I hack up flem, while smoking another cig, The blackness taints my purple lungs, I'm dyin', ya know? People say I should care, But who gives a fuck? That's right, no one. Not even your doc. Smoke it deep, hold it in, 'cause that's just the way I wanna live. I signed a pact with the devil, ages ago, So if you wanna talk

I say I should go, But my head is screaming "no, no, no!" I sit here waiting, What for? Yeah, even I don't know. My heart feels like it ain't whole, Not when we're like this. I don't understand what happened, I'm not too sure what changed, I'd stay to help you through it, But now you're causing me pain. I might appear selfish, But last night proved many things. It felt like you were the drunk man, and I was only the slutty barmaid. My mind and heart are torn in two, I really don't know what to do. I never thought of leaving you, But if it'd cure you then I suppose it'll do. I'm sorry if my love was too much, Or perhaps you

User, abuser. Sucking away her happiness, like a parasite, draining her life outta' her, thinking it'll be alright. Hurtful, neglectful. Acting like shit don't phase her, treating her like a machine, not a human being. Confusing, mind bruising. A shadow you are, creeping when you need something. Fucking her skull, raping her mind, don't want her as a friend, just using. You're laughing at her, I can hear it all around. Putting her last and never first, always will, but she can't complain openly, she can't cry out, she holds it in, hides every little doubt, like a good lil' girl, she won't cry. You think it's not hurti

These are not letters, Believe it or not. These are not words, Despite you believing they are. These are not fragments, Nor are they a gift; They are mirrors. This thing I write with, It is not a pencil. This tool of mine, Is not a weapon. This lead is my nail, An extension of my hand. Believe it or not? You won't. This envelope I am holding, It is not something you put inside, For it is far too empty already. This piece of paper I write on, Is not something made from trees, It is made on peoples brain, Their gooey insides. I speak in tongue, But these are not words you hear, They are the daggers you feel. They're bei

This hate that I have learned to depend on, Transfers poison into my veins, As it suckles the nourishment of my brain, Of  familiarizing between the factors of right from wrong. It takes its nest inside my chest, And breeds merely one vessel to contaminate the others, And soon all I shall harbor is hate. The memories that zap into my brain, As if they are trying out electro-therapy again, They leave another scar, covering the first one ever made. It is fresh. It stings when the air blows against it, As does my reminiscing. And when the memories flood back only to be washed away again, All I shall harbor is hate. I discuss thin

My mind, my heart, They're screaming, Tearing at each other's throats. I am running, Yet I feel that the world is holding me down, Anchors and chains around my ankles. I appear the essence of calm, but inside I reek havoc. They are ripping me apart, At war with one another. I will my arm to raise the white flag: "Mercy, mercy!"  I cry. But my brain, he gives me no sense of clemency. I am dying, my chest feels tight. I am dying, my lungs breathe the intoxicants of daily life. I try to speak, My tongue is tied. I sit here, trying to write a poem, but to no avail. My being is too busy with tug-of-war to comply to my wishes for p

Discontent is how I am, Laying in this white room. I see no lock on my knob, But am trapped behind the door. What exactly would you perceive me as? There are no curtains to keep out sunlight, And honestly, no sunlight ever can come in. I have no house to truly call a home, Nor can I feel any security in a strangers bed they say is my own. Thrown in here, Yes, I was thrown, not placed. Just for being a tad different. They say I am mad. Say I have gone completely bonkers in my head. But aren't we all a little on the off side? For that little fact makes me feel indifference towards this event. I paint these walls that of yellow,

In the silence of my room, A whimper escapes past my sealed lips. A cry. In the silence of my room, Water seems to slip through the dam I had almost completed, I am crying. You've shot me, With a slingshot to my heart, Internal bleeding. I am dying.   You don't care? Yeah, you don't care. I'm trying, Trying to finally open up, to talk, not yell. You raise your voice this time. You yell. You're killing me. I feel like I am slipping, Slipping back into how I once was. Needing the taste, Needing a taste of any little pain, Preferable a scrape from the  blade. But no, I cannot submit, For that is a fools wish. But am I a f