Human Heart

You bit into the piece of muscle, blood pouring. Tearing the other pieces, and throwing it to the pigs. My mouth was sewn shut, you turned me into a mute

Taking half of my life away...For many years I built a cage with rusting nails. You were running free in this so called "peaceful world"

You are worth nothing than those pigs you fed: a starving soul, helpless. Looking into your eyes, I see nothing.

I picked up the pieces, sewing the flesh together. My heart oozed out chunks of blood. Still bound by my own chains, but you were nowhere near Free

You lied there trapped and hidden, yet the whole world knowing who you really are. While I stayed in my own net, walking down a path.

A path leading to somewhere. Maybe the sun breathed in this other place. Maybe I didn't walked in my own blood in this other dream...

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What's holding them back from being who they are

They claim that not much has changed over the past few years

Or since most of their friends have passed away

Only recently they have realized, almost unrecognizable
Where are you? The one who was there for everyone,
Spoke first when things were too quiet
Made friends with as much people as possible

Going in circles, wondering what they're doing wrong
In all honesty I see them as a coward, someone who's lost
No goal ahead of them
Living off of the terror that they give themselves

Self harm is not always a physical thing you can see or feel
Sometimes it's invisible, or at least without scars
Becomes physically visible when it has taken a toll on them
You see it, they see it, but the door is closed

They continue to not change

The end of the tunnel does not look too pretty

Only cracked bones sticking out of the dirt are visible

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subjects on this blog may include: gore, drug use, rape, sexual abuse, suicide, self harm, detailed depictions of forms of suffering, violence.

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The simple thought nobody knew about

                                                Who is the real me?

                                                                                           The one who laughs at the person while they mentally struggle

   the one who tortures themselves mentally

                                         the one who is scared, traumatized, alone

Neither do I know the answer, because a lot of people live in one person

                                                                                                                                They tell each other bedtime stories to kill themselves

They talk in a...normal people language

                                                                                    A string of thoughts come oozing out of the fractured brain

             Bits and pieces of bone crumbling as I ate my own skull

                                                                                                                                               I ate away at my own skin, my own flesh

                     I drank away my own hopes and dreams, drowning them

with meds that will never heal you

                                                                                         I continue to eat at my moldy brain

        Rotting away in my own home

Morphine Fog

Pieces of my brain, all numb on its own
It's daylight all day
Stuck in the same cycle
My own ambitions nothing but bone

Everyone has their own cap
Some die with the surface broken
Some slow down after that breaking point
And become ensnared in their own flytrap

Not yours to blame, being the last person
To help me for days
And then finding me cold-blooded
That's why help refused: situation not worsen

Let me heal my own scars
And fail again
The sense of suffering is intriguing
I've become mesmerized in venom's stars

The Weeping Wendigo

The bare flesh trembled
Oh how lonely you are
Your friends lie there, crumbled
The life and dreams, left as a memoir

Hearing you cry, crying at night
Crawling, screaming at my door
I looked into your rotten eyes, so bright
The old you, the happiness, not there anymore

Bittersweet Peaceful

This pov is a Jojo character, guess who it is 👀 Also heavy spoiler if you haven't read/finished watching part 5 yet

One by one, they disappear into the shadows

Their blood vaporized into the sky

I fail to back down and appose

Their deaths were written in my name

Fear and anger fueling in the back of my head

He charges and yells, throwing up the blades

They pool out of his mouth and he bled

Staggering in his own path

Swollen with pride, dragging him to his end

Like a mouse drowning in fear of the snake

Taking careful measures as the background and I blend

Fallen on the ground, waiting to be defeated

But the pride melted away

As the bullets pierce through my flesh

And defeated, my goals astray

How foolish of I, in the puddle of my own blood

For what might end up for him

Doesn't matter anymore

The ghosts of my comrades at the rim

Of the edges of light, my soul slowly fading

But in any way, I will not admit defeat
As the ghost of my memories will lie down in shame
This moment will always be in repeat
Over and over again, in the pool of my own blood