Isnt going crazy a blast? by BloodSuckingFiend, literature
Literature
Isnt going crazy a blast?
Isnt it awsome that you made her cry. Are you happy? You did it. She cried over you. You poor poor little boy.
I am the 15 year old agnostic, bitter, fatherless woman who needs to take pills to be happy.
And your the 31 year old little boy who needs to constantly be consuming beer and wine just so he can survive our oh so hard fucking life.
Really now.
I know having to go to work is so hard. Oh and expecially the part when you come home every day and sit and drink and do nothing and pretend we dont fucking exsist.
Do you think mental disorders and depression and anxity just happen randomly. No, they dont, most likely something causes it
The Wonderment Of You by BloodSuckingFiend, literature
Literature
The Wonderment Of You
the light that makes your eyes shine, makes me wonder
how is it you ponder the world around you?
life is a series of questions and i often find myself wondering what are your answers
i've tried standing where you do but i still dont see it
your brain is a multi-colored manafisto of unaswered questions and obvious observations
your soul is a album collection of music unheard
and your heart is a constant slumber undisturbed by reality
your mind i will never fully understand
natures best artworks is those that everyone looks at but no one see's
you are a wonder in itself
you used to be my hero by BloodSuckingFiend, literature
Literature
you used to be my hero
The funny thing is you used to be my hero
I thought you were Superman
I was never scared as long as you were there
I remember that day on the beach
When I had even less a concept of reality then I do now
I remember the feel of sand in my toes
I remember shoving spoonfuls of yogurt into your mouth
I forgave you ever time you kicked us out
I forgave every word you said to me that felt like a slap in the face
I could bathe myself in the tears you have caused
But I still forgave you
Time and time again
Now, Im not 100% sure what made me forgive you over and over again
But whatever it was it has clearly ran out
And Id lik
Im tired of writing poems that arent worth reading
Im tired of scribbling angry and depressing chunks of my brain that no one ever really understands
Im tired of clenching my fists in angry balls that I pound into walls because I have no one to blame for my problems except myself
I see your fists as saviors
And my fists as demons
But in actuality they are just fists
So why are mine so different?
Is it because on my wrists I have angry scars that scream that I am not worth it
And the more you learn about me the quicker you realize you didnt know me at all
Every breath that I take is getting me closer to
Just hold me...
Just hold me when Im crying
Wipe the tears from my eyes
& tell me tomorrow will be better
Just love me when Im sad
Just want me when I dont
Love me when even I dont love me
Just calm me when Im mad
Keep me safe when its not
Be my knight in shining armor
Be my heaven when its hell
Even love me when Im old
Say youll always be there
No matter what the cost
Say youll never leave me
& youll find me when Im lost
Be my light when its dark
Be my eyes when I cant see
Always be there
Just love me for me
Carry me when I cant walk
Be t
laying on Railroads by BloodSuckingFiend, literature
Literature
laying on Railroads
Laying on railroads
When were laying on railroads
When your hand is in mine
When we are starring at the clouds
It is just us
Us
No them
The world is not allowed to lay on the railroads with us
It cannot scream our many flaws and all our faults back at us
It cannot lash at me with its venom filled words
It cannot make you hurt
It cannot fallow us here
Not on the railroad tracks
There, it is just us
Just a boy and a girl and the love they share
Both trying to save each other from reality
But on the railroad tracks life is easy
Life is simple
With the track after track after track
Just going on forever
There are no twists
Im tired of writing poems that arent worth reading
Im tired of scribbling angry and depressing chunks of my brain that no one ever really understands
Im tired of clenching my fists in angry balls that I pound into walls because I have no one to blame for my problems except myself
I see your fists as saviors
And my fists as demons
But in actuality they are just fists
So why are mine so different?
Is it because on my wrists I have angry scars that scream that I am not worth it
And the more you learn about me the quicker you realize you didnt know me at all
Every breath that I take is getting me closer to
you used to be my hero by BloodSuckingFiend, literature
Literature
you used to be my hero
The funny thing is you used to be my hero
I thought you were Superman
I was never scared as long as you were there
I remember that day on the beach
When I had even less a concept of reality then I do now
I remember the feel of sand in my toes
I remember shoving spoonfuls of yogurt into your mouth
I forgave you ever time you kicked us out
I forgave every word you said to me that felt like a slap in the face
I could bathe myself in the tears you have caused
But I still forgave you
Time and time again
Now, Im not 100% sure what made me forgive you over and over again
But whatever it was it has clearly ran out
And Id lik
The Wonderment Of You by BloodSuckingFiend, literature
Literature
The Wonderment Of You
the light that makes your eyes shine, makes me wonder
how is it you ponder the world around you?
life is a series of questions and i often find myself wondering what are your answers
i've tried standing where you do but i still dont see it
your brain is a multi-colored manafisto of unaswered questions and obvious observations
your soul is a album collection of music unheard
and your heart is a constant slumber undisturbed by reality
your mind i will never fully understand
natures best artworks is those that everyone looks at but no one see's
you are a wonder in itself
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i am done
i am not going to ever be what you want me to be
so i am not going to try anymore
i am going to just be me
the only problem with that is, i have been trying to be something i'm not for so long that i forgot who me is
i need to find myself
i am perverted
i eat pizza alomost every night
i enjoy being hurt for sexual thrill
i hate my dad
my dreams will take me NOWHERE
i am scared of failing
people dont change they just find new ways to lie to you
i hate this town but i am so scared to leave
i wish i had just one talent
my anxiety is out of control
i have never been anyones first choice
i sleep to escape
my heart is a idiot
i am afraid that the only thing i like to do, wont take me ANYWHERE
if i died no one would notice
i dont want to grow up
i am deadly afraid of therapists
see me