Topic: Haemolacria
+Eco — 8.7 years ago #49,185
I cry rivers of bloodAs I shiver and flood
The world with emotions
That surge like an ocean
I should be locked up
For my brain is fucked up
I’ve tried to go straight
But it’s just not enough
Intense shame is the name of the game
I fold like a painting, without a frame
It’s all the same, now that no one remains
To release me from these chains
Around my heart
Drugs help to numb, but exacerbate
My problems, I succumb to words that lacerate
Pathetic poetry allows me to vent
But my frail old body is broken and bent
Like I’m doing Karate, I aptly circumvent
Laws put in place to disgrace and displace
Those who don’t fit into this fucked-up place
I must admit, I have a fucked-up face
And a nebulous soul that can’t be encased
My ending is near, things I once held so-dear
Have slipped swiftly away, so I shed one last tear
Faggot, cuckboi, why do you find joy
In revealing yourself for others to toy
With the heart-strings that stretch like a violin bow
Until I’m washed away by the cruel undertow
The pain that I feel, this world cannot know
But it’s all my own fault; for you reap what you sew
So berate me and hate me and do your best to bait me
‘Cause suicide’s all I been thinkin’ ‘bout lately
Slashed my wrist 16 times, but I’m pushing for 80
All ‘cause I just couldn’t find me a lady…
(Edited 1 minute later.)
+squeegee — 8.7 years ago, 26 minutes later[T] [B] #532,377
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+Anonymous C — 8.7 years ago, 4 hours later, 5 hours after the original post[T] [B] #532,402
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