suicidalMy friends tell me I've got to learnTo make it on my ownBut I've told you, I'm telling youI cannot do this alone.
of clouds and lightningyour lips crashed into minewith such velocity,the lasting momentumcould cause thunder to roll onfor an eternity.your frame cascaded over mineand enveloped me in fallacy.the electric air is truly enviousof just how cruel you can be.the clouds weep.they, too, are ripped apart,time and time again. quickly.briefly. heartbreakingly.always the same, an endless cycle.it goes on.sprites and sparks reach downfrom the skies, through the clouds,to caress the earth brieflyand ultimately set it ablaze.you smile.
ventingyou are more infectious than the goddamnhuman immunodeficiency virus.you crawl through a person's veins and bodyand wrack their minds with manipulation.you build them up with words of pettily worded adoration,then slice them apart with a simple "i was lying."that is all you seem to do. how much of youis even real, i wonder?a hundred pounds of fallacy on top of me.literally. how absolutely crude.ironic, it seems. you love the crude.and yet when i attempt to whisper my feelings,like insects at your tiny morbid feet, they rush by!noticed, yes, but ignored. you do not even botherto stomp all over them as they crawlunder your toes, begging for light again.
Melatonin Mondaymorning mist ofmelatonin drenched mondayslies sifting in the windi never understoodwhy they named stormsafter peoplei'm fine, i'm fine, i'm fineshock me like an electric volti need revivallather rinse repeatlather rinse repeatgarbage lining old roadsgarbage lining false wordsis there a difference?i taste bloodwhen i think of you too muchlather rinse repeatmelatonin mondayoh, godlull me back to sleep
G A L A X I E Swhy should i care . . . . . about what you . . . have
be mindfulthe person sitting right next to youor the one you just passed in the hallthe one with the goofy smile on their face, yes.they could be thinking of ending it all.the girl in your chem class orthat boy from french twocould be starving, cutting, praying,for someone like you.hidden behind laughtersuch false melodies coming from false teeththey are drowning in their own tormentgive them, please, give them relief.offer your words when no one else willtell them they are not alone in their lonesome endeavorreach for their hand and give them solacelengthen their definition of "forever."
spinoffi am not important.life will go on without me.people will forget me.the galaxy will spin on,and collide without me.a vague child of the milky way,buried shallowly below:a speck in the history of time.i am not important.
paperweightsi can't begin to expressthe number of times your nameappears in the marginsof my notebook papers.notes, homework,crumpled, turned in,or otherwise.i wonder what the teachersmust think when they seeyour nameyour initialsand little lists about youin the corners of my papersas they skim overmy slovenly work. (sloppy, dear, because i can only think of you.)
For France, with loveFor France, with love and sympathy.Cast white flowers down in the streets,Release pearl doves into the sky.Despite this, we shall not be beat,But now it's the time to cry.Light candles here on chilly corners,Tie roses bunched on rail fences,That guide the way of the mourners,The misery assaults the senses.Dissolve your anger into peace,Mourn for those who deserve,Pray at last for their release,Crystal memories – please preserve.Time collects treasures like a cup,Let us think on better days,Remember, cry, till we are full up,Drunk on anger at this craze.Long will the world remember,The fateful day that Paris cried:Friday Thirteenth of NovemberWhen so many innocents died.We leave, we mourn,We pass, we care:Long after these days are goneIn Winter rains and Summer air.Love and loss,Time and pain,On our hearts we shall emboss,A memorial to the injured and the slain.Cast aside your snide deflections,You have seen and how.Put down all of your object
[Homestuck x Suicidal!Reader] Prolouge Sadstuck [A/N: So I poured a lot of myself into this guys... enjoy. Butt hurt people may kindly fuck off and stop reading this whenever they wish.] Every day. Every single fucking day. You wake up, knowing the same thing, feeling the same, knowing there is no point to this meaningless joke called life. People around you have lost all meaning. When you were younger, you cried over everything. Over falling, over decisions, over being whispered over. You thought life had a purpose instead of just waiting for death. People grew to hate you and you grew silent. When you were younger, everyone was talking about how life was okay and how things would get better and you believed them you stupid prick. They talk about how sad you can get over your friends ignoring you or being bullied or beaten. Now you see people as pathetic creat
you are my oxygeni feel you slippingthrough the cracks in my windowleaving me breathless
for markiplier.there's tar in our lungs,ghosts in our brains,and cracks in our hearts;but when you're here,we don't fall apart.
SeafoamI think that perhaps I will live life aloneAnd die silent and soft in my vagabond homeOutlive the people who still know my nameAnd through my departure, leave earth just the sameI'll leave no one behind me to cry in the nightI'll leave no great sorrow or absence of lightBut if I end up leaving someone behindAnd I sleep, uninvited in thoughts in your mindI have no great wisdom to banish your sorrowNo special thoughts for a brighter tomorrowBut please, dear friend, if you find yourself ableDon't strap me down to a cold metal tableDon't paint my face or polish my nailsOr set me up in a box and peer in through the railsJust wrap me in cotton and rock me to sleepAnd lower me into the billowing deepDon't let me rot in a box in a graveI want to dissolve into seafoam and waves
Time never stopsThe woman in the mirror smileswith her tired empty eyes.Deep sadness now behind that smileshe wears as her disguise.Without you, her time ticks slowly by,her minutes turn to years.Life goes on relentlesslylike her drip, drip, drip of tears.Another breaking dawn without you,it breaks her lonely heart.Another day alone without you,another day apart.How could she just live on without you,how could she just go on?Each passing day she longs to see you,each waking minute gone.Her life, it will go on without you,if she wants it to or notcos just like her endless love for you,the time will never stop.Poetry bySuzanne Karbach13.10.2015
Picked On..When you make fun of meMy feeling you can not seeTears running down my heartripping me all apartNot on the outside but insomething time can't even mend
Haiku: ConfidenceI.Self-endowed insultsLead to your own broken heart.Wise up. Love yourself.II.Enjoy being you.Love who you truly are, andThe world will follow.