Where do we go from here?
Plumb - Cut
Breath In, Breath OutI fill my lungs with wasted breathBreath In, Breath Out by Invoking
Inhale my words till there's no more left
All I do is hurt; hell, I almost killed you
I would say I'm sorry but words just aren't enough
I'm one exhale away from destroying what I love
These lungs are burning for relief; hell, now they're killing me
I know there's no force on earth that could ever change me
I could pretend and I could lie, but then who would I be?
I'd sooner suffocate than put her back in danger
I held onto the words that could have saved her
I regret most the words I didn't say
I'm losing consciousness... I'm one exhale away...
N U M BNothing hurts the way it shouldN U M B by Invoking
Until I realize all the reasons
My heart is whole
But I'm in pieces
Fiction.Oh look! This books cover is torn and worn and tatteredFiction. by Invoking
I guess that means the words written inside don't even matter
Because the cover is the first and only thing that I saw
I know everything about it, I don't need to read it all
So you decide the book is bad before you ever crack the cover
You think, “Judging books is pretty easy, judging people can't be tougher”
Judging others by their scars is your life threatening addiction
It's my life, it's my story, not your favorite work of fiction...
There's a whole person here that you sum up with a glance
Instead of giving me this hell, why can't you just give me a chance?
Stream Of Consciousness.I feel like my whole life can be described as the right place at the wrong time.Stream Of Consciousness. by Invoking
I try everyday to read between the lines, to find the right words so I can redefine myself.
Each and every subtle sign I see is changing the person I thought I ought to be.
Out of sight out of mind, yes, I am out of my mind and out of silver tongued white lies I disguise behind my sad eyes.
These truths are the how's and why's of everyday I feel small and misguided, flawed but undivided.
I claw madly at the dream that has fiendishly eluded me for years despite my frustrations and brown-eyed tears.
So what if I'm a little bit unorthodox?
My life will not be ruled by the hands of one too many clocks and the tick-tock of life seeping away.
Every day is a threat to what little sanity remains.
My bleeding heart pains me; it overflows and stains my hands, the very hands I used to cut it open.
I was searching, looking for something whole and unbroken but that's the greatest lie of this day and age:
Never Again.No matter how many breaths I take I just can’t breatheNever Again. by Invoking
Even though I’m missing you, you’re not missing me
Vainly cry a thousand tears; they won’t change a thing
Either pull myself together or just pull up my sleeves
Reach for the only friend I have who will never leave
Arguing with emotions I keep locked away within
Giving in as they surge against my fraying nerve
Against my will, against my mind, against my separated skin
I only cut deep enough to feel the scream inside
Never deep enough to bleed, never deep enough to die
Feelings of DamnationI sit on the edge, waiting, watching,Feelings of Damnation by The7Cooper
mustering for courage that I yearn dearly for.
I listen to the croaks, the chirps, the cries,
as icy darkness seeps into my soul.
I feel the creeping, the inching of the chill,
stealing into my body, peering into my soul.
Judging, as I always do, of all my sins,
and deciding the ending best suited for me.
The whispers of the wind carry my secrets,
swift and silent, yet relaxed and roaring.
Drifting, wandering, travelling with unknown purpose,
headed towards a future it does not know.
But there is a difference between I and the wind,
or the stars, the planets, the life surrounding me.
For I've been turned away from the light, forced to embrace darkness,
and I will be forever lost, forever damaged, forever alone.
And as I push myself towards my path,
grasping the bit of strength that I need,
a lone thought lingers in my mind:
I am and will be damned, whether in life or death.