Mörka Dikter
Feel like cutting, like I have no friends.
I cut myself, to ease the pain.
I'm running in circles, what have I to gain?
I see my skin, and see the blood.
It comes out like rain, down like a flood.
Happy for a while, but it never lasts.
I can't move on, I dwell on my past.
I don't know, where my life is gowing.
So, I cut myself, the blood now flowing.
Please don't get mad, it's only me.
Don't scream and shout, enough of that I see.
Sometimes I want, to end it all.
I'm broken all over, like a shattered glass doll.
My feelings go, up and down.
Never know when to smile,
So instead I frown.
Look at me, crying again.
I'm cutting myself...
My razor's my friend.
how much pain is inside of you.
You lock yourself away
pretending that everything is ok.
When deep inside its tearing you apart,
you think that you have it under control
until you lose it all,
so you grab a knife and take a slice.
Next thing you know you’re on the floor,
blood gushing from your wrist.
You slowly faint while death takes over
your place.
Yeah, just so people wouldn't know I'm weak inside.
I stand up tall,
Keeping my cool, not burning my temper.
I always acted up on my own,
Although sometimes they found out and try to help me out,
I still won't ask for help.
I am independent, I'll do things on my own.
I'm the facade you hate,
Hypocrite, saying one things,
Yet do the opposite.
I don't even know who I really am.
I'm the one they called emo,
Yet they don't know I don't cut myself.
I pour all my sorrow through these finger tips,
Turn them into all these poems.
I'm just a boy,
Who simply want to be a myself,
Yet known it never would be.
Yeah, I grew up with girls around me,
I'm just a kid,
Both inside out.
..I don't wanna grow up,
I wanna stay child with my immature attitude and be free in the sky.
I'm the source of negativity,
Yeah, I spread them around.
Sorry to infect you,
But you'd better watch out since I've told you once.
I'm the one they labeled,
For I don't follow their way of labeling,
And I do things my own way,
Instead of making them able to take advantage of me.
I've been on the sky,
Flying high, spreading my dark wings.
I fell once, twice,
But I let it go, I still wanna go back up high in the air.
I talk before I think,
So that I kept on being honest.
The hell with people saying I'm rude,
'Cause they all speak nonsense and lies when they opened their mouth.
I'm searching for the light,
And now that I found him,
I hope he'll stay by my side,
Forever, and ever.
I felt dead most of the time,
For I am the source of negativity.
I'd prefer real death, burried deep down in the ground,
Instead of feeling dead all my lifetime.
I search for true friends,
Not fake politeness,
Nor fake smiles.
I need true ones.
I despise adults,
For most of them never seems care much,
Less and less, they command too much.
..I just dislike them, as much as they despise me.
I'm lost,
My mind's in confusion,
I am double minded.
I doubt, but I'll keep on trying.
I'm trapped in the dark,
I am caged, asphyxiated.
I wanna spread my wings, but I'm chained.
..I wanna breathe, help me inhale.
..I am what you hate, whom you dislike.
I am who you often see crying, filled in despair.
..I am who love to laugh, but found misery afterwards.
I am what you called, "going solo".
..I am, who you do not see much lately,
Kept lurking in the dark,
Gasping for air, searching for light.
..I am, simply just me.
I've gone crazed, insane.
I fell, more than once,
But I'll keep on trying, tenaciously.
I'll keep on fighting, 'till I die.
..I am, who kept on doubting.
His embrace assures me calm,
But when he let go, I'm all alone.
..Yeah, barely hanging on.
I'm the one who had been torn into pieces for too many times.
Yes, too many times that I lose track of it.
...I am, just a lover of poem.
For the broken agony seems so sweet I'm high on crack.
I'm just broken up, deep inside.
..But I'll keep on trying, going solo on the sky.
Yeah..I'll keep on living, although I don't even know who I am.
i'll draw it with a twist.
i'll draw it with a razorblade,
i'll draw it on my wrist.
and if i draw it correctly,
a red fountian will appear.
washing away my sorrow,
washing away my fear.
washing away the pain you caused me.
Would you kiss me if I cried
Would you hold me tight
Would you squeeze my hand
As my last breath left me
Would you miss me in the night
Cause im not there by your side
Would you cry on my grave
Would you leave flowers in summer
Crosses in winter
Would you cry when someone speaks my name
Would you put my picture in a frame
Would you miss me if I died
Could you wait to be by my side?
My broken heart is so crushed
so torn from the past year
I can't do this anymore
I can't lead myself blinded
by love and all of its offers
I can't have all this pain
be inflicted and directed
at my heart
I can't sit here and watch my
own misery take over my life
I can't...........love anymore......
I don't want to be loved anymore
I'm done, finished..just go away
spare me of the pain you will
eventually cause me, just go
while you still can
leave me...right here and
just go
berusat oss på livet
Ja då ska vi dansa
Dansa tills våra fötter blöder
och våra insjukna kotor
skriker om nåd
När rädslor
från en damhöljd tid
temporärt
fyllt ut vårt tomrum
Då ska vi skratta
Skratta tills våra halsar svider
och luften tagit slut
När vi sniffat oss höga
på fantasins rusning
Då ska vi bli så vackra
så vackra
och all vår forna glans
ska lysa upp
världens mörka hörn
Tills ruset övergått
till en desperat sökan
efter nästa kick
och tills nästa gång
kommer vi falla bak
i glömskan
åter
i väntan
På att livet
skall göra oss vackra
Jag lovar dig
med månen
som vittne
att vi
bara är en vacker lögn
med berusning av livet
Beast of Society:
Some people
Live their lives
Clustered with secrets
Small and big ones
But I..I
Live my whole life as a secret
As a lie, some would say
People see what they want to see
Of me
They see what they can handle
Of me
What they're allowed to see
Of me
I am an enigma enshrouded in a cloud of mystery
A riddle without a single clue
A shadow in the pitchblack night
Unseen by all and known by none.
Never will I know love or unity
Because of who I am
Because of WHAT I am
Nothing more but a foul beast in their eyes
A taint on their precious society
Like a rabid dog they would have me put down
No matter if I commited evil or not
So I spend my life in solitude, in the dark
Only showing myself wearing the face of another man
A man they accept
A man, not a beast
Forever condemned to walk this world alone
Abandonned, shunned, spat upon, hated
But I shall not accept my misery
I will give them their beast
The beast they oh so falsely fear me to be
A beast of society created
That, I am.
Av mig.
Ser inte sanningen som står mitt framför mig
Ser inte verkligheten
Ord flyter till meningar som inte borde bli sagda
Jag ser inte ditt sårade sinne
Ser inte din sårade blick som nu är förstörd av tårar
Tårarna skapade av meningen som inte borde blivit sagd
Meningen som förstörde dina vackra ögon
Ser ingenting
Med blindhet tar jag mig sakta fram i en djungel av svart
I mörkret snubblar jag fram
Mina rop på hjälp hörs inte för blindheten gör mig stum
Kan inte ta tillbaka det jag sa för stumheten har tagit mina ord
Allting som jag skapat begraver mig
Begraver mig med endast minnet av din förstörda blick
Din förstörda blick som var det sista som jag såg.
Skriven av mig
A locked door,
A rusty razor,
A towel stained with red,
A folded note on the floor,
A broken mirror,
A young girl lays there dead.
Their emotions in a tangle,
The room begins to swirl,
She was mom's perfect angel,
And daddys little girl.
den här är inte min, men den är underbar... någon som känner igen den?
Through the darkness of future past
The magician longs to see
One chance out between two worlds:
Fire walk with me
jag hatar dig
jag hatar dig mer än någonsin
jag vill att du försvinner ur mitt liv
jag vill aldrig veta av dig
För mig är du blott en tanke
Försvinn! säger jag ur mitt liv
låt mig göra vad jag vill
jag vill aldrig se dig
jag vill aldrig dö
skrev den inte själv men den e så jävla bra.
I wrote you a poem,
I wrote it on my wrist,
I wrote it with a razorblade,
It ended in a twist,
The blade was sharp and narrow,
I do it to kill the pain,
As I ended my first sentence,
The blade hit a vein,
I saw my poem run down my arm,
I saw it drip to the floor,
I saw a pile of blood,
Then I saw no more :')
*
Långt inne
Inträngd i ett hörn
Leker flickan så stillsamt
Kysser hon dockan hon lämnats med
Slickar hon tårarna från sina läppar
Föder hon tanken
Att en dag ta sig ut
Våga ta plats
Långt inne
Instängd i ett hörn
Hjärnans kamrar är många
Avskuren
Separerad
Avskiljd
Gestalte n är liten och grå
Ögonen utan brinnande glöd
Händer som leker över platser
Vanhelgade
Kränkta
Skändade
Bladva ssa ord mot tunt yttre
Hon vågade inget säga
Inte närvarande
Gömd
Bortglömd
Aldrig sedd
*
galna lilla flicka
ser du vad de gör med dig?
förstör och trasar din sagovärld
River och sliter i dina illusioner
är det inte för hemskt
ser du vad de gör med dig?
trasar sönder det du byggt upp
din värld av kaos
dina känslor av panik
försöker de blåsa bort
med såpbubblor
gjorda på kärlek
men du undrar
vad kärleken är?
är det den förtryckta känslan
av att vara bunden och aldrig mer vara fri
av att du tar min hand
bjuder mig på en sista dans
snurrar mig runt i luften
likt det döda lövet
innan du lämnar mig
med en doft av saknad
mättad på mina läppar
är de det som är kärleken?
galna lilla flicka
ser du vad de gör med dig?
försöker lura i dig att kärleken är vacker
spottar på dina drömmar
dansa du bort
ingen får nå dig
dina drömmar om kaos ska förbli orörda
din sagovärld så vacker
kärleken ska inte få trasa
vifta bort bubblorna
och spräck dem med dina vassa ord
sanningen är något du känner till
lilla galna flicka
ser du vad de gör med dig?
rädda dig medan du kan
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