dirty whoreyou are so much of an ignorantsimple-minded wannabe thatit makes me physically sick.your desperation to belongis truly pathetic. you jump fromone abnormality to the next,hoping to be noticed. and whenyou're not, you get "suicidal"and then get pissed off thatpeople care. who are you topick and choose when peopleshould care about you? i'mtruly sorry to inform you,but you are not a princess,so you would have me call you.you are nothing to me now.you were my everything and now?look at me, you couldn't meanless to me. do you see that?it's something calledpersonal growth.i don't think you've heard of it,considering you haven't grown asa person since you grew in height.you are a deplorable human beingand you make me sick.
clingy>"hi."where were you wheni cried, hour after hourwaiting for you?>"you ok?"where were you whenthe worry turned topanic?>"just let me know if you're ok, and i'll stop bugging you."you know i have anxietyabout things like thisso why do it?>"hey sorry to bother you, just wanted to know if you're getting these."where were you whenyou read the messagesand ignored them?>"okay i'm really starting to freak out"where were you when iassumed it was my faultand hurt myself?>"i'm sorry i'm this way, please answer me."where were you when youdecided that>>"it's over"
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."
Hey are you there?Hey are you there? Are you listening? Do you care?I want to know what´s planned for me,your plans for me if any,though I know you´re very busy and I`m just one of many.I`m bending over backwards,wondering where do I fit in,thinking I´m a good person, who avoided every sinbut maybe in your eyes,I did something dreadfully wrongand this is your wrath and punishment, for the rest of my life long.If that´s the case, forgive me. If you can, please send a sign,to make me believe in you again, in your presence divine.Poetry by Suzanne karbach13.02.2016
Each passing day.SadnessGrieving your lossMy life changing eventThe love of my life gone from meSorrow like a blanket covers my heartMissing you more each passing dayMemories make me cryHeart broken withSadness.Poetry bySuzaane Karbach2nd January 2016
[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
People HatingI hate peopleCan't you see?I hate peopleBecause people hate me.
My Doctor.You were my firstI fell in, immersedA world of excitementall anewI smile, extaticYou were fantasticYou were my heartsilly, but smartMake time slowI don't want you to goYou always told meAllons-yIt took some timeI must admitAt first I thoughtYou wouldn't fitBut now I miss it's truewhen the Doctor was youSo before you goI hope you knowYou put on quite a showGeronimo!
Momma Said 'Stop Being Gay'Momma said "stop being gay,"As night, to morning, faded;Its beauty was not made to stay,But hoary grew, and jaded.I watched as day, with fractured light,My every fear, rekindled,And passion fell away to plight,And hope but further dwindled.Momma said "stop being gay,"With hatred, and distress:My tender love where sin held sway..."Impure, and meaningless."Within my heart and soul, I lived,For all else had bereft me,And nothing more could be perceivedThan how her words had left me.Momma said "stop being gay."For years, I never fought her,But silently, and hopeless, lay,The Lord's forgotten daughter.I've sacrificed a waking dream:My truest love, to meritA heaven, and, in death, to seemNot evil, but imperfect.-Sophie J
you are my oxygeni feel you slippingthrough the cracks in my windowleaving me breathless
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.