Is it so wrong to wish not to feel?
Is it so wrong to not want to care?
Can I not help it that I'm not yet healed?
And the fact I'm still broken beyond repair?
Some words are better left unsaid,
some things are better broken,
Some are better off dead,
and some feelings are better unspoken.
Emotions die
and so do I.
Why fight whats true.
Some day you'll die too.
So tie my throat up in
white silk and lace.
...White silk and lace...
I See Through Your Eyes by Rosary0fSighs, literature
Literature
I See Through Your Eyes
Hushed cries seep under the doors and through the walls in the ward,
as souls slip into a slow decay.
I don't belong here, wandering these halls.
The sick drift like lost ghosts with limp hands outstretched,
searching for meaning in their charts
and the strange language of the nurses.
hospitals are just pretty morgues.
You used to make me smile, but there's nothing to smile about in here.
there's only sadness and a sorrow
that creeps into the shape of my bones.
I don't want to live like this.
I don't want to be alone.
There is nothing here.
voices whisper through the darkness for my name,
and I am powerless.
above myself, I flo
The Neglected Mascot by MeAsTheNarrator, literature
Literature
The Neglected Mascot
Cursed Puppet
『 The Neglected Mascot 』
Not So Inanimate Doll
『 At First Glance』
In the market, pass the man that sells expensive dead fish, on the shelf of a merchant who is supposed to be selling fruit lives an 11-inch puppet. You approach with eyes ready for fruit but as you continue to stare at the doll, you find yourself almost in a daze. Its burgundy sew-through button eyes stare at you no matter when you move, its black double stitched mouth appears to be smiling in your direction. You shake your head as you could have sworn the puppet was frowning the moment you arrived at the merchant's stand. You look
I don't even know your name,
your face,
your laugh,
but I think of you.
you, wherever you are,
you and me, we,
are losers to serendipity
and winners by our definitions.
His voice echoes through me
and I follow
down
down to where there's nothing
but words falling off his tongue.
his touch is unlike anything
I've ever known
lips pressing prays beneath
my collarbone, I ache.
we only come to know ourselves
naked in the dark.
The Cries You Never Heard. by SolitaryChild, literature
Literature
The Cries You Never Heard.
Bleed.
Cry.
Sleep.
Wish to die.
Nothings the same
Never was.
Never will be
just because.
Though there is many
I'm all alone
instead of my heart
I have a stone.
So bleed.
Cry.
Sleep.
Waiting to die.
Now tie my throat up
in a thick string...
push over the chair...
I've lost everything
Exaggeration of Hunger by the-suns-moon, literature
Literature
Exaggeration of Hunger
The girl was bent over her book, hard at work on the math problems when it happened. Her stomach emitted a mighty roar. She jumped, and then looked nervously around, but no one else seemed to have heard. Somewhat mollified, she put her hand gently to her belly. "Sshhh!" She chastised it, too quietly for anyone to hear, "your food will come soon enough!". Until now, this had placated it, and it would settle into a sullen silence punctuated by irritable grumbles to remind her that it was there. This time, however, it was not to be. Evidently, her stomach had tired of waiting for 'soon enough', for it let out a series of angry growls an