Of Soul
By mSg
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I began to write as a fifteen-year-old girl who had just lost her first love to cancer. Anger, grief, and thoughts of self-mutilation fill the first few chapters of this collection. My eyes began to open to the world as I grew older and, through suffering from schizoaffective disorder, I was able to find illumination through poetry.
This book takes the reader on a voyage from the raw, gritty pain of adolescence and loss through the transition to knowledge, wisdom, and love, as one writes oneself into adulthood.
mSg
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Of Soul - mSg
Burning
This nonsense
in my head
gives me confidence…
not yet dead.
This love in my heart,
like from below,
rips me apart.
Again empty inside,
so cold,
trapped in this cage of age.
Born not right in time.
Torn—my heart and mind.
Pain as though never before;
This love—not what I was searching for.
Cannot hide,
cannot comprehend these
feelings inside.
I look at your eyes,
I am free.
Then a kiss stares at me.
Like a fire burning inside,
these feelings will hide.
Always Alone
Always alone,
there’s no one around.
I try to scream,
but there is no sound.
Always bothered,
you cannot let me be.
High prices to pay,
nothing is free.
Always sad,
always cry.
This pain inside
needs to fucking die.
Always longing
you—too old.
One grey sheet;
so fucking cold.
Always in pain,
from nothing at all.
Cannot run away,
stuck behind a wall.
Always cold,
want you here.
This one thin sheet,
I pull it near.
Always hurting,
you take pain away.
Nothing is more precious
than seeing you each day.
Always so close,
yet it seems so far.
Never fade—
these fucking scars.
Always cold and alone
under this thin grey sheet.
Would now be warm
if you’d be under it with me.
Combination
This combination of pain
distorts my brain.
I cut my veins,
I’m going insane.
This shit in my head:
I want to be dead.
All alone in my bed,
think of color red—
my blood,
your hair,
a stoplight—
alone tonight.
Cannot fight
these feelings for you.
A candle,
the flame.
I stare,
it brings pain.
I look in the fire
and see your eyes,
bright with the light.
Want you in my sight.
Want you with me tonight.
Dead Soul
Ripping at my heart,
laughing at my goal.
Stabbing in my back,
killing my soul.
Tearing my skin,
cutting my veins,
breaking my bones,
causing more pain.
Kneeling on knees,
pleading for life.
You—
pointing at me,
pulling a knife.
Planning my life,
wishing for death,
killing my soul,
taking last breath.
Hurting inside.
Pretense—happy,
staring from behind,
laughing at me.
Fighting with hate,
kissing with love.
Wondering—
anything above?
Crying in misery,
lying alone.
Feeling unloved,
even at home.
Living in pain,
fulfilling your goal.
The only problem:
it’s killing my soul.
Black World
A small black world
filled with anger and hate.
I’m so fucked up,
and this is my fate,
all it consists of
is pain and sorrow.
I sit and wonder,
what will come of tomorrow?
A skinny frail body
covered in scars,
stuck in this world,
trapped behind bars.
Can’t do what I want.
Can’t have who I need.
Can’t hate anyone.
Can’t love whom I please.
I came out wrong,
not how you wanted.
I’m sorry, but
I did not plan it.
A small black world
filled with fear.
It is not in my head,
and it causes these tears.
Just Say No
My Confession
"You are the bent spoon
of a broken promise.
You are the one who
can’t forget
but doesn’t remember."
—Sapphire
The spoon can be bent
back to normal,
but your promise
can’t be fixed.
Now I am the one who
cannot forget
but does not want to remember.
No matter how carefully
you plan tomorrow,
you may wake up
and not be able to walk.
Life is what happens today;
tomorrow is another life.
Drops of blood from my veins
remind me of you,
and it’s so ugly
that it’s beautiful.
My heart leaks
as the silence of blind rooms
awakens me.
Depression does something to me
or the way I see myself.
Like wet fire
and dark light,
I feel like a contradiction.
Maybe
in tomorrows life
I’ll be rid of my addiction
to you.
My Downfall
Feeling alive
on these drugs that I take.
Feeling dead
every time I wake.
I think about the past,
the present, not the future.
Then I know it won’t last,
so here’s the resin,
too much pressure.
Feeling better,
really hurting more.
The times I tried to die…
Who knows the score?
Not my time to die,
and I won’t ask for help.
I’ll just keep taking these drugs
and keep hurting myself.
Fake Life
Yesterday I wanted to die,
but the feeling was gone
once I got high.
Today I feel as I’m blind.
All I seem to see
is thirteen white lines.
As it shoots up my nose
and drips down my throat,
no longer reality,
now I can float.
Like a gun
pointed at my eye.
This peaceful oblivion—
it’s only a lie.
Don’t tell me to stop,
’cuz I fuckin’ try,
but to me
life is what happens
when I am high.
Another Confession
Dented lockers,
broken hands.
I pull on the strands
of my hair.
It’s not fair.
Masochistic from birth,
but really,
from life.
Loving the feel
of a sharpened knife.
My broken heart hurts,
yet it feels good
breaking my skin
and watching the blood.
My two favorite things:
drugs and pain.
My two definitions:
weak and insane.
If you make me hurt,
I’ll make it hurt more.
From my head to my body
and the scars are still sore.
In life, people walk and they smile,
but I just keep crawling,
like a fucking child.
How long will this last?
I don’t really know,
but I think all this pain
is making me grow.
Psych Ward
You let me out
of my cage
for an hour.
Now I am back here
for the night.
You treat us all like shit,
how can you expect us
not to fight?
Until tomorrow I’ll sit here,
until tomorrow I’ll cry,
but now everything is clear:
I really want to die.
Despite what you think,
you didn’t correct me.
Despite what you’d hoped,
you couldn’t protect me.
He said,
"Nothing in this life
that I’ve been trying
can equal or surpass
the art of dying."
I say,
all the things
that I have ever tried
are the reasons why I sat alone
and cried.
These cuts on me
are not for you
to see.
Eight days of hell,
tomorrow
I’ll be free.
Fighting for Silence
Fighting for silence
as your head screams
at you
and you don’t know
why
you try anymore
’cuz no one will open the door
For a happy life,
For a better way.
Any
day now
I’ll figure out how
to go on,
how to make myself strong.
Still I don’t understand
why you all lend your hands.
Why would you help me?
Why do you care
about a rotting heart?
My soul drifts apart.
No longer a whole, just pieces—
pieces of me.
When you bury those pieces,
that day I’ll be free.
So for now I am
trapped
in a body—
a cage.
We should all come with a sticker…
WARNING: GETS SADDER WITH AGE!
Pain Remembers
Pain remembers,
but days forget
all of the tears
and the regret.
At times I’ve tried
to put this aside.
Other times,
I have cried,