Feeling Blue
It feels like doom and salt being rubbed into the shrapnel wounds of a broken heart
It feels like that sinking feeling in your stomach, sinking further still, until your drowning in your own guilt and misery
It feels like a heavy chest and gasping for air, each breath an attempt to regain some composure
It feels like teary eyes, and that sting, the gulp, just before you cry
It feels li...
Tuesday 3rd September 2024 11:06 am
Turbulent Love Affair
I hate you, you’re a serpent. You’re suffocating! Draining me of life!
I love you, you’re an angel. Lifting me to my highest heights..
Get away from me, you liar! I know your intentions, you’re not fooling me!
Come here, my hero. You’ll protect me from every wrong there will ever be.
Your touch make me nauseous; the neediness makes me sick
I fantasize about your body, lips, eyes, sm...
Tuesday 3rd September 2024 11:04 am
My Interpretation
When it is selfishness and greed, it is not love.
For love, is the want, the need to give your all and everything to someone else; even if it means going with out yourself.
When it is harsh words and actions, it is not love.
For love, is never wanting to see the one your heart beats for in pain and suffering. When it is shaming, using and destroying, it is not love.
For love, builds, n...
Tuesday 3rd September 2024 11:02 am
The Gold and The Blue
I sit here and ponder, why do I have all the gold and feel still, so damn blue.
I sit here and wonder, why he says he loves me, but I still hold it untrue.
I sit here and criticise myself, himself and everyone around for things that may or may not be.
I sit here and justify, my own thinking to me.
I stand there and think, about a million things and nothing at all..
I pace up and dow...
Tuesday 3rd September 2024 10:51 am
My ills
It's 10.30 in the morning and I'm throwing up on the bathroom floor
Having drowned the person who I was before
All the drinking, drugging, lying, spending
Arriving very early for the doom impending
How did I get here, how did I lose control?
Waking up in fear and pain, drawing my first shot at 4
To stop the shakes and silence the anxiety
Once again becoming a liability in my society
Wh...
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