Could you love me?

The title is a question of which I'm curious of an answer. Some people are so damaged they become like me. Like this. The question is.. Am I too far gone? Have my experiences destroyed me? Ask society

Society seems a machine,
One that keeps on turning,
My loneliness a ravine
My bridges still burning
Brightly my eyes will gleam,
With the blaze inside of me,
Consuming everything,
Thoughtlessly
Recklessly
Desperately reaching for a rope to keep me from dangling, but it seems you all just leave me hanging.
Chuckling stupidly
But now I see
Society is a machine
The gears will keep on churning
They'll tear through me cruelly
and leave my corpse still working
The walking dead, wandering
Gutting me, leaving me empty,
Hollowed out and preserved with wiskey
As the teeth rip through the stitching
That is keeping my heart beating
Leaving me twitching, and bleeding.
Through the hole in my heart I am speaking
Words, that carry the weight of a thousand tears, but yet relay no meaning,
Not to society, as the gears steady spinning
Meshing, and departing quickly
The words that graced me
We're said to be a blessing,
But they bludgeoned me,
And I'm all out of dressing to stop the bleeding.
I salt my wounds to feel them burning
The pain distracts me from hollow yearning
You say you speak the truth
But the only proof I see is on the bottle,
Empty next to me
Anti-depressants, perscribed to me.
No matter the number, or dosage taken, nor how frequently, will restrain these demons from plaguing me,
They won't let me rest peacefully.
Come to my world, come dream with me
Entangle you hearts strings with me,
Empthise, immortalize, make your chest rise againt me,
In a moment we can live forever
No pain, no shame, and no judgement, behold, love in fleshy form as I undo your buttons.
My fingers tracing the outline of your heart as its racing, embracing eachother as I undo your lacing.
Just like society, lean in to me, pressing,
And we can spin while stripping, every other tooth skipping, meshing as we are slipping, skipping into each others grooves
Clutch onto me, and keep missing me, the moment your fingers part from me partially, want me.
I never new a bad idea to be so beautiful, and tempting.
My escape from reality, your eyes dragging,
Taking me into another dimension,
Ripping me from this world as your nails are scraping
Gently.
Placing me, in a place where I can be free
A place there only your hands oppress me
Even then only playfully
In this dream I'm hidden inside exctacy.
Up until reality hits me
I can live blissfully.
We can be entrapped.
Tangled endlessly, in this cycle, if only just in memory.
Forgive me, and my errant speakings,
My stumbling words, and my eyes of envy.
My lips of lust, void of trust yet full of longing.
My hands are shaky and my heart is throbbing.
All I know is physically is the only way you'll ever understand me. Other wise you'd never feel me.
I just want to be wanted, constantly.
And all the commentary of society has left me, is a hole in my heart and a mind full of shame.
A life of regrets, and nobody to blame
So here I stand before you, trying to forget the pain, just like every other man and boy, Dick for brains.
Atleast in some way you'll accept me,
Because I'lll never fit into society, the gears are just too ragged, and you could never love me, because these thorns are just too jagged. I'm at the end of my rope, hanging by a thread,
Dangerous thoughts dancing through my head, I was empty, I wanted you to build me, but you broke me down instead. Sometimes I wish I was dead, palming a bullet feeling the weight of the lead. Wondering, who would miss me, then smiling ruefully because maybe, just maybe you'd think of me.
people hunt,
For game to hang as a trophy.
So I ask dear society,
If I died, would you display me?
Up on your facebook wall for all to see,
Exclaiming tragedy, even as your words were what kill me?
Tell me, would you flaunt proudly?
Would I leave you thinking?
Alas the thought is fleeting,
And my instincts keep me breathing,
So I will continue yearning,
All the while the gears of society, keep turning.
Because of you, lust is all that's still burning.
As a consequence, my shame will keep on building, until another is willing, to dope me heavily with estrogen exctacy.
So society, don't get mad at me, as it is you that molded me. And this is how I'll be , until you push me, and I dangle lifelessly, from the noose you made me.
I'm rolling restlessly as Im waking, taking anti-depressants as I'm thinking, aloud whispering, " the body count will grow, and the gears will keep turning" I'm awake, and I feel my heart is burning.

Reviews

[Trouble]

"Claps heavily" Nicely done, nicely done.

[Michael Leon Wilson]

Thank you.

[Wallace Beery]

Damn, kid, that was beautiful.

[Michael Leon Wilson]

Thank you have many similar