[inkneverdies]

This one is for everyone That has something to say But can’t speak, over the tears Or the gulp stuck in their throat For the ones black and blue For thinking differently I’ll scream loudly for us all I’ll call it, “Poetry”

[inkneverdies]

I want to lay in the middle Of an empty city, with Street lights illuminating  As ran falls upon my face Blending with the tears Everything can be let out Only the moon and stars Would know the truth

[fluidly-deactivated20130804]

i am so sick of wanting to die and not dying

[zero-justice-blog]

i still have some of your clothes they dont hold me as well as you used to i dont know if i should burn them or cherish them

[zero-justice-blog]

no matter how high i get i cant get away from you it doesnt stop and im scared it’ll never end you wont stop talking and i wont stop listening

[fluidly-deactivated20130804]

when i was born, it pried nails from my post, i cannot stand on two legs in a balance, i can less so stand on one ; there’s something in the mess of being born a mess that taps into your breath- lessness, i cannot breathe, i cannot breathe and i entice the night from strangers...

[lavncelot1-deactivated20170507]

We walked hand in hand ‘cross the cracking asphalt to the tune of worn wind and beetle-wings. She wore a crown in her hair- drying flower stems tied in soda-pop maraschino knots by patient tongues, looped through by yellow dandelions we had picked ourselves from the sides of the streets. Now and...

[zero-justice-blog]

fuck you summer because shorts and tshirts are necessity but what about the kids that dont wear clothes to keep warm or cool but to cover up scars to cover up what makes them hate themselves but there are no pants that can cover insecurity and no shirts to cover shame and these words cant change anything fuck

[zero-justice-blog]

i cant seem to get off this couch i have so many aspirations but perfection is impossible

[overt-ink]

[oathful]

i play dead, it stops the hurting. i play dead and the hurting stops. it’s sometimes just like sleeping, curling up inside my private tortures. i nestle into pain, hug suffering, caress every ache.

Björk  (via flowerwomb)

[zero-justice-blog]

love isnt fun when you know what will happen so you don't get easily hooked you know everything they say is a lie you dont appreciate their affection you know you're their last resort you still get sad when they leave even though you knew it was coming so why even begin when it is better to have not loved at all then to have loved and lost it

[zero-justice-blog]

its not day 4 i cant do this every day my poems suck i quit

[zero-justice-blog]

i started crying at the bus stop these damn minors are getting to me i cant handle the fact that something i feel can be portrayed in a song so detailed that i realize things i didnt realize before and how much of a fuck up i am or maybe im just imagining things

[boredbarbara-deactivated2019073]

just imagine me skinny id be so cute 

[inkneverdies]

Her eyes  Told the Story Her mouth Could not enunciate  They could Not hide From me Or the Truth 

[teenmurder-blog]

three things

I.

faded pink mountains

decorate

my polluted wrists

II.

I’m eating for none

and drinking for six

III.

curiosity slit the cats

throat and hung

the dog from the rafters