Staying home,
All alone,
Hearts are bound,
Souls are worn—
Buried self and broken bones—
Bruised eyes,
Of the sunflower boy—
Bruised with tears,
And shaking fears,
Bruised with crying and nightmarish dreams,
Of the static he sees,
Shattered dreams and hurt we reap —
Sewing broken parts with
Sharp shivering breaths he heaves
Swollen fingers and bloodied tips,
Needle and thread—
Frozen tips,
Rising dread, words unread,
Thinking this universe would be better off without him,
Destroying his once-warm chest—
Numb tips, and the rapid eclipse
Of demons, blood, and the loss of feelings,
Of all the light of childhood disappearing—
This pain, so normal, so usual, suddenly— appealing
Cracked lips and cuts on hips,
Drowning in red, a slow burnt death
Fading, drowning, slowly,
As he bled
Blueing lips— as he wonders
"Why am I me ?"
"I don't deserve to live,
So why am I here ?
No one will care once I'm dead—"
Tied down to his own bed,
Forgetting his meds,
Aching soul,
Agonizing head—
Seeping in his veins, a darkness gently spread
Tormenting thoughts, as he lay "awake"
Who once saw life through a rose colored lens,
Now taken forcibly away,
Forced to grow up and live with trauma—
"Life," an overhyped melodrama,
What a pitiful mess
He thinks he deserves more
More pain, more scars
Apologizing, but what for ?
Fallen crows and fallen larks
Played like a doll with a "messed up face"
jumped around happiness but drenched himself in heartache
No, love, not even death is painless
Wishing he had the "sick people's" vainness
Lost in the maze, a broken toy
Don't you know you deserve better, sunflower boy ?
—3:13, June 18, 2020
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choking on flowers // sad poems
Poetry"quiet words, loud thoughts. hurt body, big heart." //WARNING: DEPRESSING THEMES// This is an original poetry collection addressing depression, sadness, love, loss, nostalgia and echoing the transience and lonesomeness of existence. Poems, short sto...