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I want to slash my skin,
Hang by a noose -
I want to twist my joints,
Feel them break
In my last dance.
I want to shred away
The neurons
Of my brain,
So it will stop.
I want to scar myself
Right on my skin
So people can see
Such real pain
In it's non-glory.
I want to die.
Maybe then
People will know,
& Maybe then
I won't have
To live.
Hang by a noose -
I want to twist my joints,
Feel them break
In my last dance.
I want to shred away
The neurons
Of my brain,
So it will stop.
I want to scar myself
Right on my skin
So people can see
Such real pain
In it's non-glory.
I want to die.
Maybe then
People will know,
& Maybe then
I won't have
To live.
Literature
Escrtito #2 que te dedico.
Ya mi mente envenenada con tu persona ni siquiera puede recordar la razón del por qué estos sentimientos tan destructivos que siento por ti. Ni siquiera sé si tienen sentido mis palabras, cuando hablo de ti me siento como una loca enjaula. Mi locura es el amor que me provocas y mi jaula el deseo que no sacio. Me siento como una estúpida porque me tienes a tus pies y lo sabes, lo sabes porque mi actitud incontrolable te lo demostró. Hay algo que si recuerdo, aquel primer día de clases, aquel sol de 8am que encendía tu pelo color caramelo, aquella mirada profunda atrapada en el vidrio de tus lentes, las vuelta
Literature
Real Estate
The cost of intellectual property has gone up.
I can already feel the ideas curdling like milk,
Strings of silver silk lining
Tangling it up so neatly--
A package for the loan-shark in my bed in the morning.
A message to my lover, to whom I owe such a debt:
All you ever do anymore is take.
My poems crumble at the touch,
Fading into the clusters of Sunday brunch and Family Guy reruns.
What's the price of the two seconds of quiet
Without a pile of unfilled lines awaiting my autograph
Ruffling through the papers you'll have me sign-
What wouldn't I give to sign with the devil, over you...
Teetering on the corner of thought,
My pen limp and b
Literature
apocryphal
so cunning and seemingly honest
at times there is nothing but wit
yet not quite real on the inside
but nothing we care to admit
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Bipolar depressive episode. I fucking hate this, I hate it so much... It may be worth bringing up to family and getting medicated. I want to be normal. [Oh, but I fear that conversation so much...]
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The conversation may be hard, but the medication may be worth it. Please broach the subject before the suffering becomes something else!