Strawberry vomit

Dripping wax
sickly sweet
fake through all the layers
false smiles
showing teeth
Hiding things with behaviours

Cats

Painted nails scratching
Behind your ears, purring
Black and white
Pleasure and pain
The world so simple.
I wish I were like you
Knowing which way to go
To black or white,
Towards pleasure or pain
Live with no regrets,
or run with them following,
Biting.

Silent book

Little friend who never replies
Never interrupts, never lies.
How I value our companionship
When everything in my life turns to shit.
While my other friends judge and compare
You sit there silently, always there,
Listening to my thoughts and cares
From harsh judgements I am spared.
You would never do as they do
You would never compare me to
Their horrible lives they think are worse
Than any single of my curse.
They don't get it when I hide,
Lonely away from my demise.
Trivialize all that is wrong
Not noticing all that I have done.

screams

I sit here in the silence
But all I hear is screaming
Wishing I was anywhere
Anywhere but here.

Passenger accused of driving

Broken twisted metal,
Piercing torso's of flesh
Puncturing my heart.
Passenger accused of driving,
I lay here bleeding, dying.
Looking forward to the destination,
Unaware of your leaving
Me to drip upon the ground
The result of your careless actions.

Broken glass littering,
Slashing skin and veins
Veins oozing out.
Paralyzed and waiting
As you stand there blaming.
Harsh words scratching
Out of a bruised and broken throat.
Credit where credits due
Actions and words mismatching.

hurt

Heart of cold
Self imploded
You have never been there
Like I have for you.
Self absorbed reasons,
Oblivious of the hurt
How could you do this?
Blind to my bleeding.
I march up those lonely steps
A prosecuted victim
Condemned because I feel so much
The twisted knife's so deep.
They say I'm harsh in my hurting,
But can you really blame me?
To hurt is to love
And to love is to hurt
But only half I find.

Faults

Rip my heart out
Show you my insides
Do you see what I do?
A bleeding carcass
Worthless nothings
Nobody cares.

Do you care?
Can you see me?
Will you flinch
If I showed my face
The mask covering my souls gone
Broken, damaged.
Can't help but look.

Would you look past it?
Ignore my faults.
Are there too many for that.

We are nothing but for our faults.