there's my blood in my mouth
and i cant spit it out.
is it because i taste alcohol on the tip
of my tongue?
is it because i feel my body running cold
with the dread that this brings?
this. those moments when time fades
and you hear nothing but existence
whispering to you, except it's not comforting.
it's terrifying.
i drink to ease my pain
but oh, the irony, of alcohol
bringing up what it seeks to erase
my thoughts return to existence,
and i feel my soul burning with questions.
there's blood in my mouth
from questions i suppress
from feelings i cant quite express
i cant spit it out
am i scared?
i dont know anymore
but i can taste the alcohol that
brings this on and i almost want to weep
college has worn me down
and it's hard to remember that
"it's not the end of the world"
if i fail a class because to me
it is the end of the world
at least, temporarily.
work has worn me down
and it's hard to remember
to stay positive when i compare
myself to everyone and seek validation
in the arms of online strangers
theres blood in my mouth
and so it remains
and i end this poem thus
because i am rambling now
and i don't know where this is going
all i know is that i am tired,
and existence whispers cold
things to me. i wish i could beg her
to be quiet, but that is not her nature.
alcohol burns in my blood now,
and my eyes are full of tears.
i seek comfort in fictional characters
i write my pain away
but in truth
i'm forgetting who i am
what i want
why i am here.
then again,
does anyone truly know?
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when you sleep, dream of the stars for me | dark poetry
Poetry"i still taste blood on my tongue when i think of their names, the way their hands ravaged you, your body, your very soul. they left scars that will always bleed, no matter how many bandaids i put over them." x x x a dark poetry collection containi...
