Poetry
This is the general category of fuckery that goes on and on and doesn’t seem interested in stopping.
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No one’s fucking coming
Don’t get your head knotted
You have the sun the rocks and the other suns
I don’t believe anyone loves me
Because whenever I fall down,
When I finally get back up
There’s no one to be seen
Love, I’m sorry, but I’m glad you’re safe
Not that you’ll ever hear me in this space.
No one ever hears me
Even beating a sound seems like sin
A prayer for the fallen and reminders
But there’s more
Because that’s just how Coyote thinks
If no one here will play with me
Or help me get up
Or wait until I get up
I’m going to play with my rocks
And listen to what they say
Because they’re the only ones who care
In each different way
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You’re pretty and perfect and I know I’m just not
You’re beautiful when you scowl gorgeous when you pout
When you frown
When you’re thinking
When you’re playing a part
When you’re tired from working
When you’re down when you’re not
You have such beauty within you I cannot speak I am not worthy of it though I used to think
Used to think
And it’s playing off key now you see because it started without pain and then that’s all there was
How can I keep doing this if I hate every word?
Yet here I am. I am here. Wherever here is anymore.
At least I can say I couldn’t do it alone
The drugs are good
So much thinking is gone.
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I wish I could know someone who loves me as I am
Who sees every break for what it is
A cry for help to be saved from the past
But I don’t know that person yet.
Because no one knows me and those that do I’m afraid
They say what they say but I still have to put on a mask
Something to cover up my less desirable parts
But I don’t think there’s a person like it
The clock keeps ticking and I haven’t found anyone who loves me and understands
And accepts me for who I am
Who knows even when I don’t know
But I don’t know
I don’t believe I will.
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Apparently we’re not talking
Always wonder what I’ve done
If we’re arguing and you set then the sun sets but you don’t set
Set
Please don’t be upset I just keep getting ruined by the music
What are you so nervous and angry about?
I hope when I see you tomorrow you’re feeling better
The rose coloured sunset was prettier
That doesn’t mean you’re less pretty or that you are less than what tainted eyes see
Reversiblely it means my eyes just aren’t good enough to see all the colour.
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I only wanted to tell you to let you know that I was going to kill myself in that room in January
I don’t remember what day it was I had no reason to
I was going to do it because I had worn myself down into nothing
I couldn’t speak
I couldn’t eat
I couldn’t drink
I couldn’t do anything
I couldn’t sit still
I couldn’t feel
I felt like nothing
I wanted to be gone
I felt like it was just time to do it
There wasn’t any fear
When I do it these days it’s always through tears
But I had no reason not to
It had simply gone that far
I was so empty
I couldn’t hear any songs
I was going to do it
I’d written my final note
I had no where to go then
But I tried to find my way out
I tried to turn the door knob, but it wouldn’t turn
I tried to lock and unlock it,
But still it stayed firm
Turning to try and find a way to get myself free
All the while your music, which had led me that far,
Kept my mind running, trying to keep myself from dying.
The only way out
Was a knife upon the table
I tried to use it, to unscrew the handle,
But it didn’t
And I for a reason I don’t understand
Still felt I can’t speak
Not a sound could be had
I got mad I started knocking on the door with my hand and no one would open it
So I tried again with my hand but it still wouldn’t budge, so I gave it a slam
Still no one came
So I just gave the doorknob a yank
And finally it opened and I’ll be frank
Not one person who was in the house seemed to think it was strange.
I took back my phone I walked to the back door
And
Told her I wanted to die and she said
I know
And nothing more.
Nothing more.
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I have no come back for you.
You’re right in every way of course you are.
I just don’t know what the point is.
Besides the point in my skin.
I just don’t want to wait for my life to be over to be happy.
I just don’t want to have to wait another nine-thousand-eight-hundred-fifty-five days to be happy.
Look at me,
You say with the hardest of expressions
He’s been yelling at me
We’ve been fighting
You say,
You won’t be happy if you go out this way.
But I can’t believe you because there’s no proof and I can’t feel anything
I need proof.
You whisper
I love you too but it doesn’t make me happy
Because you’re gone and he’s out of reach
Hermes says things like
Leave the absolute trash in the past
And Saturn says things like
It’ll all be clear and you won’t be the one crying
Or met with a shut door.
But where am I to go until that happens?
You understand right?
You understand that their “time”
They think I’m impatient but twenty-seven years isn’t a short amount of time to be desperately wanting to be happy
And finding nothing
It’s short in the grand scheme but I’m in it and it never ends.
They think throwing away thoughts and feelings takes a breath
But I want to be happy now
Why wasn’t it him?
We have so much in common it’s not fair I don’t understand everything hurts and you want me to just walk past it like it was nothing.
Chester that’s mean
And incorrect.
They don’t deserve to be carved in your skin. They don’t deserve to have marks on your body. They don’t deserve to be carved into your memory and your arms and legs.
This is punishment Chester.
They deserve to be heard.
And my skin is what hears them.