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Well, I think I'm going to shoot glitter into my veins,

So my insides are pretty like real smiles, stars, and

Your words after a headache, and dose of Ativan.

[They won't be as beautiful, but they'll definitely be cheaper than the real thing]


Because lately my insides have been uglier than my outsides,

And my blood has run a muddy brown color,

To match the way my head has been running lately.


I'm lonely in the way words are when they're misquoted-

out of place and misunderstood.

I've wasted my time on the lush in the mirror,

Who doesn't know a damn thing.
©2009 ~Oakmi
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If you want to call it that.

My insides are feeling ugly in the way I do when I look in the mirror.
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I'm going to misquote that later, just so it's clear. That's my night pains talking.
When the day pains kick in, it's going to stop making any kind of sense/lose most of it's meaning. :/
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My point?
Who I am at night is extremely different from who I am during the day.
But that's not what the poem is getting at.
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I'm not a drunk BTW- just self destructive like one.









I stopped making sense again. :/

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:iconray-avalon:
Aww :hug: You feeling okay?

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Which is reality and which is in the mind?
Which is who you are and which is the one left behind?
:iconlittopampam:
Me too..
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"Don't spend your whole life trying
to get back what was taken away"
-The Offspring

Please stop throwing around the word "love" When you tell me, I won't believe you I only say love to a small number of people Don't tell me this unless you truely mean it

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