im empty

broken

bruised 

sore

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                           i’m empty of the voices, the suicide dreams, the torment that used to threaten me 

                           

 i’m broken, there are fragments of me in everybody, in the dew on the cherry blossoms, the cotton of the clouds, yes I am divinely shattered

                             i’m bruised, purple, the colour of royalty and heaven, the tone of the sanctified, the shades of my inner imagination, even if dealt by the hand of another

                               i’m sore, from the burn of lighting the sun, and how far I have to swing to get from star to star, from being in a world i know i never came from 

Glass Girl

There's a glass girl in my head, if I
shake too violently she'll shatter

If she fills up with wine
I'll drown myself in her

And in time
Every longing I have for death
Presses another crack up her spine

And I can taste the shards down the back
of my throat
The pieces of her, me
bleeding straight through me

its broken, its split, the pieces in me that somehow hold a semblence
of a life together and i can feel every
poison in me leak through the cracks in my skull
if i lay my head down I feel unbalanced all the fluid pool to
one side and the tempting urgency to stop breathing and
just die
the torture in knowing there is no escape and its all dual sided
the messages are confusing, empty, tired, withdrawn and don't even know
what to say to me anymore
i'm tired of these waves, these voices, this exhaustion
my own sick disgrace. I've built my own walls and knocked every
single one down I've injected streams of chemicals through me
and wondered why I never feel alright
I can never grasp ahold of anything, I never know what it is I need, what she needs,
What I believe. the tide of tears in me threatens to break the bank and I have nothing to hold onto so our death certificate will say
she sank