Heal Me

Dear desolation: I wasn’t myself for months and nobody noticed I wasn’t myself for years and nobody cared But when the past isn’t dead, is it even the past? When the past is still alive, how can it ever be forgotten?! I always thought I’d heal one day Seems I never did, I never will Seems we live in the wrong time For kids with a pure heart But in the dark times Will there still be singing? Or will we just sing then About the dark times? Then I talk to myself at night Another Lorazepam and Coke fight My mind is begging for sleep My heart begging for rest, so deep Am I dying? “Just a little…” Is it blissful? “It’s like a dream…” I want to dream You won’t find healing At the feet of those who broke you We won’t find healing As long as we still miss the people… …we once used to be… If I’d had to describe my life In just eight simple words Fuck, I’d just say: All I was afraid of happening, it happened… So I chose not to choose life Seems I chose something else I’ve been alive way too long And dead way longer than that I woke up tired a few years ago And never really recovered since Just like a walk towards death But with grace in heart and flowers in hands Just like a walk towards death But with grace in heart and flowers in hands “Hurry up, you are dreaming!” Everything not saved will be lost… “Hurry up, you are retreating!” Fall into distance, grey upon grey… I woke up tired a few years ago And never really recovered since Just like a walk - towards death Be the void you wanna see in the world

Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Nov 11, 2025

As autumn sets fire to days We can no longer hold on We are burning in water Steadily drowning in flames While in my dreams we’re still roaming Through these fields together In my dreams it’s still young love Yearning for forever Like the last days of a suicide kid Borrowing happiness from tomorrow Still and always craving for summer But for a summer so many years ago Those who got outcast from their hometown Will burn it down to roughly feel its warmth Like a fire-theft in times of peace Now break my heart and take your piece …oh what a flammable heart I’ve been given… Sometimes the people around you won’t understand your journey And fuck, that’s just fine, cause it was never meant for them Cause the eyes, useless when the mind is blind And by the time we learn to live, it may already be too late Maybe you think that I got thorns on my tongue Cause of the words that I said or the way I spoke But my heart was just growing roses My heart was always searching for a place in the sun Cause some days I’m the “Starry Night” Then other days I’m the suicide letter And I keep on craving for summer But for a summer many years ago And so I became who I always hated And my life, worth one more tragedy And so I destroyed everything And turned my back on the world …blame it on my wild heart… It’s a walk among tombstones Everyone I loved left or died Death still conducts, still sings our songs And this poem of life ended with a scream

Submitted by MetalElf — Nov 11, 2025