(Nothingness)- keep your death flowers

[petalbud]

I'm losing my grip on this rope.

the endless stretch of twine that holds me.

Binds me to my life, my sanity, my existence.

My hands are sliping. Im dropping, drowning,

into this endless pit of nothingness.

the nothingness inside of me,

Black, Hollow, empty..

I can smell it,

from where it's been covered up,

The stench of stale decay.

Its decayed out of itself,.. I cant cover it up anymore

I cant hide my pain.

I cant cover my wounds.

Theyre open for the world to see.

I want to rip to pieces,.

My heart, flesh, bones.

I want my black rancid blood

to ooze out from where it has been kept in.

Trapped by my skin,

slowly decayed beneath my flesh.

Ooze out from my wounds.

I have not licked them clean, I dont plan to.

Im sick.

I was born nothing,

i remain nothing,

to the earth I return.

My coffin, my bed.

My bed of peace,

end of my pain and struggle.

I can lay idle, free, blank.

Im hurting

on the inside.

Ive tried to show you before,

but my pain is too much to see,.

You ignore.

Glass cut drew blood from fat flesh.

Drips into puddle

on white porcelain tiles.

red, pure contrast.

My agony drips into a glass of impure wine.

Candles burn,

my ritual

emptying myself,

of my nothingness,

leaving me feeling empty (still nothing).

Glass cut draws blood.

accross my decaying flesh,

red velvet beads of wine

turn rancid before my eyes.

Black droplets fall onto the white tile.

contrast.

Im dirty

Im throwing away my pain,

Im emptying my pain,

putting it out of me.

but i end up in more agony

My nothingness bleed black rancid blood.

impure

 

I cant show you,.

thing is,

Im invisible.

Im going under,

I ve decided to

return to where i came from.

the cold earth,

my home.

tired of the struggle,.

My nothingness breeds pain, agony tears.

I leave as i came,.

I leave as nothing

Farewell

PS: keep your death flowers, I dont want them.

 

sorry its a bit lengthy, but thats how i felt. would luv to hear your comments. Id appreicate your comments n critisisms. thanks

[Tigris]

You've got to get help to get you out of these black moods. Ask to see a Psychiatrist.

 

Please take care of yourself.

[HoldMeTightly]

Tigris, it's just poetry. Writing is one of the best ways to feel better when you're depressed. Many psychiatric facilities give out journals now for people to vent.

I thought it was amazing. Keep up the good work petalbud, you have some real talent. I wish I was half as talented as you!

[From_Now_On]

very, very good.

 

you have pure talent.

 

keep writing.

[Tigris]

I know this is poetry and it's therapeutic. The problem is she's not dealing with the underlying problem.

 

I got out of my depression by writing romance stories. Petalbud please try and write love poems.

 

Let me know how you're getting on.

 

Good luckand take care.