empty

Battery acid in my mouth

As I lean over the toilet

Wipe it with the back of my hand

Rinse myself out

Before I turn the faucet off.

 

Sickness bubbling in my stomach

As I choke down

Pizza, chips, pretzels dripping

In salt and butter

My eyes closed as I shovel it in.

 

Blood beading on my arm

Not running, not deep enough

Me screaming in my head, willing

To cleave myself in two

To get enough to drink.

 

Pain blossoming in my head

From the hair-yanking, face-smacking

Smash me into the wall

And scream loud and angry enough

To coat my face in spit.

 

Choke it down, spit it out

Cut it out, suck it down

Fall down and stay down, write it out

With my arms only stinging

And blood on the pages of a notebook.

Reviews

[Kloud_Nine]

Dark. Sad. All this is good. I could feel the pain and torment in this one. Visceral descriptions - just gglad its not another poem about love n all that nonsense. Good stuff, keep feeding that darkness inside - it'll reward you one day. :)

-K9

[Dani]

very sad, but very well written. I hope you are doing better and hanging in there. :)

[Chaos Stone]

fantastic, very lyrical, very metal m/,
almost compulsively we are subject to our vices, and you have done a fantastic job of capturing the despair and desperation many of us experience when we're caught up in and with ourselves.
writing it down is a great way to deal with our issues, and we cant ignore them when they're written out boldly for all to see
i can't say enough how f*****g cool this write is :)