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Stories.It's hard to believe,
That there are others just as fucked up as me.
I thought I was the only one,
But it turns out there are millions who are almost done,
Just like I am.
Some with deeper scars,
Some in the process of life have went more far,
But all of our fake smiles,
Tell the same story of tears, fears, and broken promises.
Some with different methods,
Different stories of broken childhoods,
To rape, drugs, self harm.
Different things trigger the terrifying alarms,
In their poor minds.
But we are all somewhat,
The same in some way that is unknown.
Perhaps it's every cut,
Every disturbing or hurtful word blown,
In our fac
Family?I just want to be pretty,
And for daddy to hold me.
But his arms are too icy,
To even hold the evilest spirit,
I'm locked away,
And these scars are here to stay.
Each one of them is so beautiful,
So full and red, like the woman that ruined you.
You see me as a six year old,
But just add two more to the end.
So in the end you hit me,
And the only person who has ever loved me.
You shoot us down,
To the ground.
You like the sound,
That I make in the alone dark,
Forming new scars.
You feed off of it,
Like a sick monster.
The fire to my inner demons have been lit,.
This is a journey I'll never be able to conquer.
Two Girls One CupRoses are red,
Violets are blue,
After watching two girls one cup I couldn't eat Nutella,
How about you?
Meh...You try to strangle me with lies,
I slowly die,
As I begin to believe.
I try so hard to trick myself,
Just so I can make a fantasy land,
Full of what I have never had.
But when this happens the scars,
Don't get better..they were already bad...
But now they're a new type of bad...
The bad you can't cover...
Late at night... Alone... I discover,
The truth...I can't breathe,
I let myself bleed,
Just so maybe once in life I can believe...
._. this fucking sucks ass but oh well im depressed and needed to do something with these emotions
Sparkles In Your Eyes Keep Me AliveI keep myself alive,
Just to see the sparkles in your eyes.
I stop my blood,
From dripping to decrease your flood,
Of negativity and everything in between.
When this knife is ready to lean,
Against my chest to my heart I think of who it beats for.
Gradually you crack the code of me and cleanse my core.
I've must have said this already today,
Bit I cannot seem to say,
It enough anyways.
I love you,
And everything you do,
To save me and yourself.
I remember the words "I hate myself",
Escape your mouth... They hit me like bullets.
And I couldn't stand it,
Knowing blood was being shed,
And you could have been dead.
It's quite a
An Empty SoulHis soul empty but still beautiful,
I wish you would have been closer so we could have fulfilled,
Each others needs and dreams.
We saw the world with different dim eyes,
We saw past all of the lies,
That the world had built around us.
You told me stories about hell and the smirks,
On demons faces when they burned you.
Physically there was nothing I could do...
All I could say is tell you how much I love you,
And how important your existence is.
You told me many tales of his,
Malice plans and treatment to others.
Even about your brother,
Who was cared more about then you.
I did everything I could to bring you to,
The light that
Love Is A Game Of Russian RouletteEvery mile will soon disappear,
Which each step I'm losing fear.
I dive into the depths of us,
But I'll have you know if you drop me I'll never get up.
You're the only reason I'm fully alive,
Before I got by with just half of me living life.
But I'll have you know if you stab me in the heart with a knife,
I'll die once again and return to dreadful ashes,
And I'll silently fall dead,
Without the love that kept this gun away from my head.
Don't you know the other made me play Russian Roulette?
Tattoos And Scars Of YouI weep myself to sleep,
My heart and brain exploding with a short amount of memories,
That mean so much to me.
Every word is like a tattoo,
And there's nothing I can do.
Every scar is permanent,
I just want these imprinted,
Thoughts to leave,
And let me be.
But then I would feel so empty,
Even more then now, But I would also be free.
But I cannot let go without a fight,
All I want is for you to hold me tight,
And fix this situation,
I want to win,
I wonder if you're enjoying
the curvature of her back.
The spine, a row of ossified crowns
crowded and curved around that defining neural superhighway;
that extension cord,
adventurously connecting the visceral
to the peripheral.
The horseshoe crab vertebrae
scuttle to break through skin at your touch;
a defining shiver.
I see your hands
around the rounded hills of her shoulders.
Scapulae jutting out with the extremity of the bend,
like a chicken's wings.
And the bands of these dorsal muscles
stand up like wings,
cast shadows in the dimples of the pelvis that she lifts;
that will fold o
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