"I coin a phrase, For me to change, And pay for my sinz…" – m3l0dic
Don’t know what to say,Think,Nor feel.Yet,Anger likes to rise up my spine and escape my mouth in sentences meant to detain another’s sanity.So often stuck in a cell,I can’t help but feel trapped in such hysterical realities.Lap topped with so many sticky notes reminding me of travesties,Like my demons monitoring my vanity,Through my fear of... Continue Reading →
Why do I feel the need to be angry? Maybe, Because I've been tricked to believe I'm exiled from experiencing the human touch by so, So many faces I'm disgusted to see whenever I close my eyes. So used to chasing tears instead of joyful moments when it all goes, Dark, After being told a... Continue Reading →
No secret.How humans desire the human touch.But,A fact kept hidden over fear of appearing too needy,Too fragile.Yet,Is it really?Is it weak to seek answers from a soul with scars that mirror open wounds you have no answer for?Is it weak to yearn for a hug before slipping into an abyss so hard to climb out... Continue Reading →
A battle no one gets to see unless I decide to reveal my wounds. And, Everytime I decided to, Most would misconstrue my true intentions, Miss the message, Only to con me with friendship dead in shallow waters since I could not accrue, Enough change in my pocket in time... But, Can you blame me... Continue Reading →
Debilitating. To walk outside with a fistful of frustration punching against the walls of your chest. To be amongst other souls who deny your light while labeling it dim, When really, It's darkness protruding through your pours attempting to devour every glimmer of hope. Because, I don't want to feel this crippling anxiety, Yet, It's... Continue Reading →
I’ve been devoured by Anger.Chewed for decades,Finally spat out…Maybe,I’ve become a bit too bitter for its liking.Maybe,With how sour I’ve been,I’ve become more acidic than it can ever handle… All I hope for is,That my skin has gone stale on Anger’s tongue.That I carry flavors so foreign to its taste buds,It’ll never realize what hit... Continue Reading →
Repulsive to the public He is, But, What other choice does He have other than, Existing? As apologetic He is for showing his face in a crowded grocery store looking for a quick bite to eat, Can He really be? Can He really be sorry for needing a stick of deodorant after being pummeled by... Continue Reading →
Can’t really define what I’m feeling.So many kind of thoughts that I’m dealing with,Instilling my soul with a boat-load of smoke rising out of my ceiling.I’m,Temporarily sealing a void with a cloud preventing me from revealing many truths I’ve needed to face.Forget a blunt to my face as I’m wincing in pain,When I’m flicking my... Continue Reading →
Sorry, Not sorry, Mom. For my depression. Half of the time, I could barely feel the left side of my face whenever I think of how I was left neglected. Those moments as an adolescent, Where you could've taught me how to stick out my and chest and stand up for myself instead of, Reminding... Continue Reading →
No one ever wants to lay down on a cold brick,Trapped behind bars within an insane asylum fitting all the demons you can think of inside of your own head wondering,Will I ever get out?Even if you do escape for whatever reason,It’s a flashback striking your mind like night terrors in the daytime… “How did... Continue Reading →
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