09 Sunday Jun 2013
Posted in Bourbon
Just a mass of memory and pain with no actual substance to speak of.
No ground, no floor to contain this depth.
No words to alleviate it.
No safety to contain it.
Every cell of this body flooded by its crippling nothingness.
A burning need to share, drowning cries of ‘help, help’, undetectable over the din.
Emotional haemophilia; invisible blood.
27 Monday Aug 2012
Posted in Bourbon
Tags
abuse, Bullying, depression, free write, mental disorder, poem, poetry, suicide, trauma
To get satisfaction
From another human beings
Suicide
Because you so easily
Put their feelings
Aside
To watch as you make
Them crumple to the
Floor
Their guts hanging out
This you seem to
Adore
To attack them
Where you know
It kills
Somehow for you
And your heart
It fulfills
Don’t you worry
About me and
My life
You get on
With causing all this
Strife
If it makes you happy
Go right on
Ahead
Just please don’t stop
Until I’m completely
Dead
01 Sunday Jul 2012
Posted in Bourbon
Rest your eyes
My weary friend
Rest your eyes
You’re near the end
Don’t fight, my friend
Don’t resist the temptation
You are so close
To permanent salvation
Stay strong, my friend
Peace is upon you
Can you hear the angels?
They’re calling too
I can feel you wondering
Who is this voice?
I’m you, my friend
Together through choice
