venting word vomit...

Discussion in 'Suicidal Thoughts and Feelings' started by jlbArt, Nov 15, 2015.

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  1. jlbArt

    jlbArt Well-Known Member

    Sprewing forth filth and pain

    smelling rank of despair and bottles

    Waiting,,,open streets welcoming

    Crying, always let it go

    vomiting words, salad of meaningless

    expressions of mindless turmoil

    screams of Paris and others

    Why does this go on

    what the hell is your point?

    Studs and black...superheros

    money wasted books…

    knowledge expensive and useless…


    Fuck, spew out more putrid inner demons

    anger and worse

    Another swig and words shine bright through the hoppy haze

    The rum is gone, “why is the rum gone?”

    The Captain is my friend, my only friend…

    Welcome me, Please come back!

    Please come back!!! Fuck, fuck, fuck

    never, meant to...cause….what??

    This is pointless...bop...bop...bop

    Word vomit on a keyboard, screaming to get out

    Free the mind. HA! only frees the voices to speak louder and louder.

    Fuck you, this doesn’t help

    why? Did I think this would help me feel…

    anything but that of my putrid soul…

    There is nothing, no point to this, stop reading now

    It will infect your soul,,,, Sunflowers….

    Wish they would only take me as I am

    Ha, No one would take that…

    The price is to high, and the reward is a moor of waste.

    Make the world beautiful…

    The world isn’t beautiful mama...

    Quotes from nothingness, Blackness, endless layers of painted blackness

    depth to the staircase.void...sleep...another drink…

    “Slide” the penguin said.. Velvet arms in a savage garden.

    Fuck, scream it to the wind. it will never bring peace

    Ohm Ohm Ohm Mani Padme Hum. Ohm…. Oh fuck it.

    Suffocating in my existence and loneliness..

    please just give me your attention...I forsake your love

    I am not worth...that...i know, I won’t pretend otherwise

    I am sorry, you were my everything…

    I don’t even know where this is going.

    More endless word vomit screaming from the tendles of my mind.

    Another drink, thinking about a kiss. Wish it was mine.

    Hold me...sorry I forgot, nevermind… I am sorry…. Oh gods

    This doesn’t end?

    That monkey will type Shakespeare before I belong

    Before I...Before…. I can’t

    Another drink...another drink...Why doesn’t the haze take away the voices?
  2. Sounds like you have been struggling a lot. letting it out is great I hope that it helped. I there anything we can do for you?
  3. jlbArt

    jlbArt Well-Known Member

    for a small period, now I am back worse than where i started.
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