Out Of My League

1 – Like an object.

Deny the presence.

Bitterly tremendous.

Internalized derailment.

Agonized & tormented.

Dissociative measurements.

Isolatory dominance.
2 – Hate me.

Because you’re out of my league.

Ripping my skin presently.

Reject your greed.

Unexpected needs.

Down on my knees.

But you’re out of my league.

So hate me.

Hate me now, please.

Because you’re out of my league.
3 – I am potentially toxic.

Helplessly fought it.

Still it’s a vicious fix.

Tolerating the hits.

Fading the nasty bits.

I am too ugly & shame filled.

I can’t be fit.

So let me quit.

Wasted drifts.

Landing intensive.

Slow but pervasive.

Isolative.

Hyperly destructive.

Repetitive.
4 – Pop up your meds.

Quite the opposite instead.

Blur & numb.

Probably feeling dumb.

Battles become,

A sticky gum.

Running out of luck.
5 – Fright rate.

Immensely paced.

Tolerate.

This hate.

But can’t wait.

Because it’s now bursting in flames.

In severe rage.

Profound permanent mistake.

Blood on nails.

Pain erase.

Weight gain.

Eating shame.

Mind equates.

Brutal hails.

Monsters made.

Brain opiate.

But still functioning to terminate.
2 – Hate me.

Because you’re out of my league.

Ripping my skin presently.

Reject your greed.

Unexpected needs.

Down on my knees.

But you’re out of my league.

So hate me.

Hate me now, please.

Because you’re out of my league.

6 – Futile.

Reptile.

Terrified.

Losing every fight.

Blades occupy.

To decide.

Depth of the pile.

Boiling & bubbling inside.

Craving it to stay alive.

Lost sight.

Mortified.

Pressuring shine.

Piercing the eyes.

Seduction rise.

Begin the ride.

Individualized.

Secretly quietly contain the size.

Put on your mask of disguise.

And say this to you, leave me blind.

Like a broken string of a kite.

Written by P.S 

S.A.S.H (Swimming After Self Harm)

Floating

1 – Make up, mirrors.

Silent killers.

A norm to fit better.

Why is our perception?

Fails when it assures vague redemption.

But that is just torture.

Weakened to surrender.

Words additionally pressures.

Destructive, vigorous measures.
2 – Cold blade.

Suffering pain.

Brutally maimed.

External hate.

Emotional drain.

Absurdily deranged.

On the face.

Slapped with hate.

Blood remains.

Suffering is just an escape.

Reality that you’ve framed.

But you’re just a waste.

Thoughts race.

Self evaluate.
3 – Isolate.

Pain induces escape.

Accept it that you’re afraid.

To live ahead is just not your way.

Suicidal rage.

Mind phase.

Considered again.

Nothing’s the same.

Erase your name.

Your existence, slowly fades.

So why not burn out in that case.

Tried to face.

Fear trembling in my veins.

Skin itching craves.

It’s the biggest mistake.

Picking up the razor sharp blade.

It’s shine seduced me & left me deranged.

Swimming after every cut made.

Blood cascades.

Seized up brain.

Numb the weight.

Dirty game.

Failed 

Written by P.S. 

Thin Discipline 

Thought patterns.

1 – Thoughts.

Fought.

Still not,

Concealment to chaos.

Dirty job.

Relapse fall.

Vicious call.

Deterioration to deform.
2 – Eat nothing.

All it takes is discipline.

Insanity drift.

Progressed to shift.

Starving will.

Hunger kill.

Slowly begin.

Breathe thin.

Negative binge.
3 – Tolerate.

Seeming to fail.

Pick up the blade.

Slash the pain.

Lacerate.

Fat Shame.

Self Hate.

Pathetic Waste.

Degrade.

Crave.

Again.

Can’t terminate.

This eyeless rage. 

Hands shake.

Anxious to mutilate.
4 – Motivation to dissociation.

Mind losing it’s formation.

Occupied obsession.

Agonising destination.

Purge redemption.

Sardonic variation.

Lethal provocation.

Cutting contemplation. 

Guilty exoneration.
5 – In session.

Stomped by depression. 

Waves of possession.

Anger suppression.

Erupting vibrations.

Mind toxification.

Corrupt perceptions.

Disciplined verifications.

Skin mortification.

Written by P.S – ‘PATIENT’ Stan 

Loner By Anxiety 

It doesn’t get better by just merely saying.
Don’t ever leave someone halfway out in the cold.

1 – Isolated destiny. 

Victim to a variety. 

Maximised to tragedies.

Defiled by profanity. 

Peripheries of insanity. 

Disguised in duality. 

Cutting to negativity.

Relapsing to recovery. 

Held back from clarity. 

Rejected by tall trees. 

Which are filled with vanity. 

Casted by their shadows angrily. 

Ultimately. 

Sheltered by a lady. 

A dark unkown entity. 

Who seems to follow & drain me. 

Loner By Anxiety. 

 

2 – Day to day. 

Everything seems to fail. 

Cold yet not brave. 

Held in hand to waste. 

Mind brutally raped. 

A vicious pain. 

Concluding to fade. 

Thrust of a blade. 

Nothing remains. 

When there is shame. 

Dripping blood makes it all go away. 

Thoughts again elevate. 

Destructively they debate. 

Another crave. 

Simply to maintain. 

To decrease the outrage.

Killed by self hate. 

Meter to tolerate. 

Exceeding to operate. 

Cutting again and again. 

 

3 – Eat less. 

It becomes a test. 

Losing becomes a zest. 

A mind – slave to the rest. 

Obidience is the crest.

Endangered bird inside the nest.

Purpose to forget. 

That fat is of help. 

On the war of bloodshed.

Nothing felt. 

Obsessions dreamt. 

Madness to progress. 

Illusion to become the best.  

Controlled & held. 

Inside the cage, dwell. 

 

4 – “Stay strong. 

Hold on. 

You’re not bound. 

Don’t doubt.”

How can you shout?? 

How can you try out?? 

Positive to profound.

When you left me halfway to drought.

Rejecting, left to the foul. 

I am being rotting inside the ground. 

No traces found. 

But I am silently loud. 

So you could figure me out.

Where am I being drowned.

Left alone to a hound. 

Which will soon terminate me for contrvening it’s vow.

 

1 – Isolated destiny. 

Victim to a variety. 

Maximised to tragedy.

Defiled by profanity. 

Peripheries of insanity. 

Disguised in duality. 

Cutting to negativity.

Relapsing to recovery. 

Held back from clarity. 

Rejected by tall trees. 

Which are filled with vanity. 

Casted by their shadows angrily. 

Ultimately. 

Sheltered by a lady. 

A dark unkown entity. 

Who seems to follow & drain me. 

Loner By Anxiety. 

Suicidal Groove

Both are fatal together. It’s like drinking a glass full of venom.

Look what you’ve done.

Scars they’ve become. 

Pain formation. 

As the depression. 

Strikes and triggers. 

Straight lines you’ve written. 

All over your body to numb. 

My heart it dosen’t beat, it thumps. 

Afraid that I might again fuck up.

 

Anxieties. 

Slowly felt as night creeps. 

What should I do for my destiny? 

I don’t have an idea what I might be. 

Failure seems.

All I have been. 

Damaged permanently. 

Destroying me. 

Slowly and completely. 

A mind that seeks. 

Self hatred beliefs. 

 

I am confused. 

What should I do? 

I am dumb, a big fool. 

Everythings to prove. 

That I can’t escape the loop. 

Pretending that I would. 

But I really can’t, I should.

Escape from a move. 

Suicidal groove. 

I am chaos, is the truth. 

Digging deeper with fruits. 

That are already rotten in mood. 

 

Thoughts to ruin. 

Inner hell shooting. 

Brain confusing. 

Illusion booming.

Reality frightening. 

Painfully living. 

Hopelessly surviving. 

One day I might be ending. 

All of the losing. 

Lost wars deepening. 

Shadows of feelings. 

Negatively dealing. 

Totally Enganging.

Into cutting.

Towards one more; rushing.

Mark of the blade sweeping. 

Blood flowing. 

Relief gaining. 

Nerves bleeding. 

Suicidal grooving. 

 

I am confused. 

What should I do? 

I am dumb, a big fool. 

Everythings to prove. 

That I can’t escape the loop. 

Pretending that I would. 

But I really can’t, I should.

Escape from a move. 

Suicidal groove. 

Written by P.S 

The equation automatically fucks up your present. What is good then? Answer: NOTHING IS.

Wide Eyes Open

Heath Ledger Quote (The Psychopath Joker). R.I.P Legend.

Dreams or nightmares.

Cold feet frightfully shapes.

Anxiety on top and at the base.

3 am phase.

Scaring away.

Thoughts to generate. 

Negative blames. 

In my name. 

Suicidal mind framed. 

Insomniac rate. 

Higher again. 

 

Wide eyes open. 

Surrounded by dark motions. 

Numb and frozen. 

Paralayzed in my bed woken. 

My will slowly broken.

Loud mind breaking emotions. 

 

Maybe the razor will put an end. 

These thoughts that I can’t defend. 

I want relief, please help! 

Failed functionality of antidepressants.

Poisoning my mind like a powerful venom. 

Hate begins to beat me; swollen.

Afraid from my own friends. 

As the demons denies me from them.

Remaining lonely without acceptance.

 

Whom should I tell?? 

Manifested mind yells. 

Remain inside your shell. 

Don’t ring up anyone’s bell. 

You’re not well. 

You won’t find peace inside this hell.

So don’t let. 

Anyone to enter your cell. 

Or else.

You will be a burden to them. 

You don’t deserve to excel. 

You’re a just a waste that fell. 

Out from nowhere to another shelf. 

 

Wide eyes open. 

Surrounded by dark motions. 

Numb and frozen. 

Paralayzed in my bed woken. 

My will slowly broken.

Loud mind breaking emotions. 

Written by P.S 

3 AM. Sleepless. Negative thoughts brainstorm.

 


 

 

Failures Yard

Whitechapel – Mark Of The Blade

Cold heart.

Feets apart. 

Woken up sharp. 

Terrified with the dark. 

Inside the past.

Voices mark. 

Failures yard. 

 

Snort the line. 

Prepare for the ride. 

Depressed by night. 

What to fight. 

Anxiety might. 

Leave me like. 

To surely hide. 

From my own life. 

 

Addicted again. 

What to blame. 

Your choices remain. 

Uncertain to shame. 

Falling from hate. 

Drug craves. 

Blades. Blades.

Mark yourself or fail. 

Another cut to relieve the pain. 

 

Cold heart.

Feets apart. 

Woken up sharp. 

Terrified with the dark. 

Inside the past.

Voices Mark. 

Failures yard. 

Files of depair.

No one to repair. 

None seems fair. 

Dont you dare. 

Feel & crave. 

Pick up the gear. 

 

Loose the mind. 

Trying to find. 

Whats hidden behind. 

Surely not shines. 

Not at all bright. 

Deep dark nights. 

Losing all the fights. 

 

Fully relapsed. 

Never felt that has,

Happiness brand. 

So kill the jazz. 

Stamp the batch. 

Leave a match. 

Self harm dance. 

 

Reduce all of it. 

Nothing seems to refine anything.

Cutting pieces. 

Left and deleted.

Will to get defeated. 

Again performed to feel it. 

Cold heart.

Feets apart. 

Woken up sharp. 

Terrified with the dark. 

Inside the past.

Voices Mark. 

Failures yard. 

Written by P.S