I’m depressed without a cause
Never knew why, don’t know how
Misery just flocks to me
Because I’m both drawn to the dark and to the misery
I like being secretive
I’m not so nice
Before you cross me, you’d better think twice
Of the hurt and the fucking pain
I put myself through
So what will I be able to do to you?
I’ve become my own jailer,
My own skilled tormentor
I know my weak spots,
And my subconscious tortures me with them
With the notion of love
I’ve had enough
But I cannot stop,
Because I’m a misery chick
No one will ever love me
Tame me
Make me human
Because I’m broken
Dead inside
So why don’t I look like that on the outside?
It’s because I‘m evil
Threatening
Doesn’t hesitate to hurt
I’m so sickening
Tortured,
That’s how I feel
But I’m doing this to myself
I am an evil angel
Who only destroys herself
It’s a mystery how I’m not dead already
Because I’m a ticking bomb
Waiting to detonate
Too many scars on my wrists
Too many suicide attempts
I’m all withered up inside
Losing the battle for my soul
In the haze of all the drugs I take
Too many mental problems to be truly sane
They try to make me happy
But I cannot be
When the destroyer is myself
And my savior is someone else
But why would he touch this evil angel?
Can’t even stand to live without all of the pills she takes
She’s addicted to them, now
And soon they’ll stop working
What will I do then?
I know
I’ll resort to my old ways
Opening the scars
Trying to be perfect
Letting my fingers grasp the silver temptress
Its sharp edge is better than feeling despair
Instead of hate
It loves me
And I’m letting it rule me
Because I cannot stop
She’s been everywhere
On my arms, legs, back
You may think me crazed
But you can cry, I cannot
So my angst leaves me from my wrists
Crying red droplets on the floor
I don’t allow myself to feel anything but the cold of the tempting blade
The stinging cut
The sharp pain
Then the endorphins being released
Making pleasure out of my pain
That’s all I care about
That’s all I ever want
My silver temptress
Breaking down my resolve
I always say I’ll stop
I always try
But the pain is just too pleasing
It’s euphoric
All I’ll ever need…
So why do I long for something else?
I know that inside my evil heart
There’s something more,
A longing of some sorts
But what do I need, except my silver temptress?
|
Email this Poetry
|
Add to reading list





