The Hooker

A dark and busy town at night, 

A hooker stands by the street light. 

A child at home alone in bed,

Can’t tell when last he was fed. 
A hooded man, a flash of grey, 

One swift movement, a fine red spray. 

No money, all in vain,

A child in bed, alone in pain 

The materials that we long for,

The children with their bloodied coats,

Their shadows that we ignore.
Choose this life despite the pain,

And all the alcohol soaked stains. 

Tomorrow’s just another day 


Hi guys, so I usually write poetry and I haven’t posted in a while.
The reason is I’ve been very depressed. I tried to commit suicide (but failed obviously).
I just want to tell anybody out there who is thinking of suicide, don’t. Okay? Just don’t. I’m not going to say it gets better or any of that, because for me it’s only been getting worse. But if you could see what my family and friends were like. The pain they were in. It’s just not worth doing that to people you care about.
And suicide is so painful. I tried to OD on paracetamol. My stomach was so painful for days. It was the most excruciating pain I’ve ever felt, and I’ve been concussed, tore ligaments in my knee, you name it. This was unbearable.

Just if you’re thinking about suicide, please don’t okay? Anyone can feel free to comment their email or whatever and I’ll email you if you want to talk even. Just please don’t do it, because I promise, so many people care about you, regardless of if you know it or not.

The Addict

Sitting by the bedside table,

A light shines upon the pages

He writes words, barely able,

He talks about his cages.

He’s being dramatic,

He’s still at it,

Screaming with his pen,

This boy, barely ten.

He sits addicted to the words he writes,

Like an escape late in the night,

He longs for the coffin case,

The feel of deaths warm embrace.

My Reality (The Lovers part II)

When we first met, I felt my heart stop.

I never dreamt it possible to find someone like you.

You had blond hair, with a pink fringe.

So short and slim and pale. I was in love.


You spoke to me, let me in. I fell for you instantly.

My heart stops when I think of you,

Only to beat again when I’m with you.


But it is not uncommon for me,

To slaughter the innocent,

In an attempt to feel something real.

But you, you are all that’s real.




Read part I here