Hurt by S. L. Wyllie You're hurting him like you hurt everyone. You're a liar and a loser like you've always been. You're not fooling anyone with your fake smiles, and your undeserved happiness. All you do is wreck, and ruin. You're a failure, and a freak, useless, and worthless. You don't deserve his kindness … Continue reading Hurt
Untitled by S. L. Wyllie. It troubles me when I glimpse those shrouds of darkness behind your eyes. They take you to this desolate place where you self-destruct and isolate. I see the demons beneath the surface, I see them waiting for the first chance, to drag you under when you're weakest. How can I … Continue reading Untitled
My silent stalker is always lurking preying on me when I'm least expecting. Invisible hands around my throat slowly squeezing the life from me. The world is spinning, the room is shrinking, lights grow brighter, and voices sharpen. Creeping alongside me my ghostly predator the nemesis I can't see, Yet I can feel everything. My … Continue reading Killing Me.
Guilt This ache inside, this dull, relentless ache. It seeps through me, slowly at first like the gentle ebb of an outward creeping tide. The water quietly washes around me whispering calm melodies soothing as the pale luminescence of the quarter moon bathes me in its eerie autumn glow. The waters of guilt start building, … Continue reading Guilt.
Who am I, and what have I become? Do these emotions belong to me? It's been so long since I was genuinely happy. So used to feeling nothing at all, This spark in my chest is unusual. Sometimes I hear a voice in my head, A lingering doubt that fills me with dread. Does the … Continue reading Who am I, and what have I become?
My Mistake I regret the things I said, The way I acted, the way I left. I regret the time I wasted, and The false hope I granted, By coming back. When I left, I should've stayed Far away and let you be. But, I faltered, My doubts grew louder, I couldn't take it, My … Continue reading My Mistake
The pain you've inflicted, Scars trail in your wake. All that remains, are tiny little pieces. That don't fit together No matter which way arranged. I can't think, I can't breathe. I'm suffocating, I can't escape. This endless war Of you against me. This downward spiral, I want to break free. I'm caught up in … Continue reading Every part of me.