Crybaby
It starts with someone's words
They don't mean to hurt
Yet they make me question my worth
The words easily curl and grip
My jaw begins to tremble
All my words come out in shaky mumbles
The words then crawl to my cheeks
They turn towards my nose
Turning it as red as a blossoming, thorny rose
The words have finally reached my eyes
They twist and pull them tightly
Making hot tears flow against my face so unsightly
The words have become burning, bitter tears
They run along with my nose and sobs
Yet the words are still in my head, making my body throb
Cold
Winds blow against my bent body
Reminders of where I am
Stuck in a looping melancholy
I can still hear my loved ones calling
Their voices only concerned
I could only hear myself falling
I am almost touching the ground
So close to reaching peace
Close to that beautiful sound
The beautiful sound of me quickly decaying
Breaking from these earthly chains
The sound of me no longer breathing
I lift the stained bottle to my twisted face
The smell an awful reminder
A reminder of my fall from grace
Mixed with some kind of horrid toxin
The alcohol taste covers little
My senses are filled with biting venom
I hoarsely choke on poisonous bile
The effects are immediate
They leave me with a broken smile
My burning body turns to a sickly numb
I lay in my warm bodily fluid
Quickly becoming apart of the scum
I always thought I would become something gold
I would fly to my dreams
But I have hit the ground, and I am only cold
Out of Control
No one ever listens
No one ever waits
They all keep running around
Making all the same mistakes
They wander without a care
They wonder thoughtlessly
Yet here I am with all the answers
I have always held so meticulously
They refuse to bend
They continue to break
And here I stand so perfectly
Ever unwilling to forsake
For keeping their strings
Their strings oh so tight
I fiddle, pluck, and play with them
To forever keep myself a flight
The Worst of Me
They look just like me.
They have my face, voice, and body.
You would think it was me if you didn't look closer.
Just look at their eyes.
You'll see the ugly, broken lies I see.
Their eyes are dark with judgement that I had made.
Just look at their mouth.
You'll hear the awful words I hear.
Words that bite and pick at what little skin I have.
Just look at their hands.
You'll feel the heavy pain that I feel.
Their hands are on my neck, digging and choking.
I rarely ever fight back.
Their presence is familiar, like home.
I let their entire being take me, because they are mine.