Sad-Writers

In another time, will you still love me? In another place, will you still meet me? In a fleeting moment, will our stars meet? I guess I should give up, knowing you're not there...

Chemistry So hopelessly inescapable Self-torment So clinically unavoidable Like a ghost Like a voice behind my head Like a nightmare That eludes recollection Panic chokes brain matter And poisons all it finds Chemically Programmed into existence Like microscopic dust Like a pain that's almost here Like a tidal wave Of violence unstoppable A neural distress Threat of an invisible hand A shiver The skull seems to implode A state of self-reflection Distorted and malformed Chemistry - there is no truth In its twisted chaos

HUMAN CHESS. A tragedy endgame, we're just pawns. Do you know what this means? No escape. Terror at the brim. Blood paints most of my skin. Shackled from wrist to shin. Locked up, can't flee from my own insanity. Tell me how does one run from their own mind? At the brink of the apocalypse, will you still kiss these chapped lips?... That thirst for your love... Even as the world pass me by, you're still on freeze. You notice me? Did you hear my plea?! I'm desperate. I need your touch. Even as pieces fall off the chessboard. I'd get on my knees. Pray for us to be together, as if there really is a Lord. Even as pieces fall off the chessboar

Caught me in the back alley- gripping both my arms. No one knows of this, fatal attraction. Caught another victim, police start to swarm. No one gets in the way of your satisfaction. How much time has passed? I haven't eaten for hours. But who am I to question your powers. Aren't you happy? The city is ours. You reign supreme, now please let me go. I said please you can be such a tease let go off the leash only to yank me back; and plant me right on the ground. I see you painted a pretty picture, my body is the canvas. Let me cry some more so you can mix the colours. You call me a chameleon: I blush I go pale I go black and blue whenev

I wasn’t there in your last moments just before you died. I didn’t believe you’d really gone, much less by suicide. Now seeing you in person in your pale and lifeless state has confirmed all the “lies” they told about your morbid fate. It’s hard for me to say farewell choking back all my tears. We were great friends. We knew each other’s deep secrets and fears. But what will always haunt me when I look at your gravestone, the mental state that claimed your life was what I’d never known. I was your friend and you were mine so then why didn’t you tell me how you were feeling because I ne

Sadness is destructive. Sadness makes you blind. Sadness makes you feel dead even though you are alive. Sadness is a reminder that there is a dark side of your mind. Sadness thinks you are oblivious. Annoyingly informing you that you've been done wrong. Sadness is a magnet for unwanted sympathy from on lookers who are just curious.   Sadness has a message for you: "You don't belong". Sadness is a wonder. How it can leave with you headaches worse than a hangover? How does it make you spill your guts as it takes over? Sadness is a bomb that takes long to defuse. You look like you're about to blow up, no one takes cover. They do th