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VengeanceDeadly force, carries me! Away! This force clamps around my face, ripping tearing at my soul! Weakend heart, and paper thin skin, rendered defenseless by your endless torment! It's not my fault! I did my best to please you! My mind spread thin, I scream and I cry, just begging for the answer, the answer to WHY! The spark of light has been put out, the end of me is now in sight!
Just give me one thing! I am asking you for just one thing! Give me a way out! A way out of this crumbling visage of reality! Let me out I cannot take it anymore! Allow me to breathe, and cleanse my soul! I am a blackened crust, a hollow pit, break my back, and throw me away!
I was lost, and I turned to you for hope, but all I found was broken dreams, and false promises. I thought you'd never leave, I thought you'd carry me.. when I could not carry myself!
But you lied! Motherfucker you lied! You told me you'd be at my back! You left me broken, for a drug dealer!? You scum! You waste! YOU WERE EVERYTHING! MOTHER
Sad To SayJust give up the fight, you'll never see the light before you finally say goodnight to your life. It's sad to fuckin say but its the only god damn way to make you see! You fought so hard, you roared so bravely, but now it's time to lay down your arms, and finally give it a rest.
Its so sad to say things never go your way, what a fucking shame you had so much to claim as your own. Take a little resr, just let it end, maybe then you'll be released. Its so sad to say that you cannot fight again, so just lay down your heavy head, and let it finally end.
RuinedFrom that pit of Hell you crawled, Into my life! I can't wait to silence you in my dead mind! For this torture has gone on for far to long, it's reached it's climax! What are you doing here, you should have left long ago, yet you linger and remain, poisoning my health. Circe has nothing on you, you heartless temptress! Your siren call, your beauty has reversed itself, all I see now is a rotting witch, who will not leave me!
I have had far to much, please just spare me! The time has come where you must leave, so pack your bags! You are worthless, you used me! I am not a toy, to be played with and thrown away! I am not a cheap fuck! To be had and then wither away! I am not your scape goat, I am not a pin cushin to be stabbed relentlessly with the needle of your life! I thought there was a time, THAT. I. LOVED. YOU! But I was wrong, I was deceived, now I know you're not real! There was a time, WHEN I LOVED YOU! BUT MY LOVE ONLY GOES SO FAR, AND YOU CROSSED, THAT LINE!
ARE YOU HAPPY!? TELL
Left BehindLeft behind, it all seems to slip away, not a thing I hold will ever stay, I always get left behind, left to fend for myself again, nothing left to love, nothing left to cherish. I always get tossed aside, not a big surprise I'm a worthless mess, not a day goes by where I hate myself. Nothing left to do but wither away, cause I always get left behind, and as I try to catch up, it all just seems to be so far away. I can never keep up with lifes pace, I trip and fall never to be seen again.
Left behind, I can't say it's shocking at all, Thrown away, like a broken toy, no worth or value, just a ignorant waste, wake up wishing the sun would no rise. I just want to break, I just want to end, I want to go to sleep and never wake up, all because I got left behind, I let all slip away, and I'll never get it back again. So whats the point, whats the struggle for, it'll always end in pain, so give the fuck up. I'll just get left behind, like so many times before, left behind.
VirulenceThere is no cure, for this wretched plague, coursing through the human race! There is no savior, to be held in the hearts of the people! Sitting by idley, as emaciated figures die in the streets! Virulent symptoms rip through the anatomy, some kind of hideous curse laid down upon the world! Numbers are thining now, not enough to satisfy the Earth! Citites crumble, the system has collapsed, and anarchy runs rampant through the streets!
This Virulent plague, will shatter our illusions, false senses of security are a childish thing of the past! This is what remains of us, squabble and poverty. Death creeps around every corner, seeking out his next victims! Man kind is defensless, against what they cannot control. When we realized that we are at her mercy, the Earth swallowed us whole!
There is no way out, of this retribution, a punishment for our glutteness ways! Burn it down, start anew, for we have been replaced!
Void.What is it like to be loved? Can someone tell me, or better yet show me what it is like? For I cannot remember the feeling of love as it coursed through my veins. It has fled these halls, and avoided them like a disease. The sun no longer rises, and the sun no longer sets. Life is turned grey, empty, void of warmth. I crawl through this wasteland, not a shred of hope in sight, abandoned and left for dead on the side of the road. I beg for an answer, a ladder with which I can crawl from this hole. But none comes. Only silence, and blank faced expressions. My happiness was annihilated a long time ago, and with it so did the love in my heart.
A message to the brokenYou drown yourself
in liquid sorrows,
letting the salty mess
burn your wounds,
and the sadness
to drip in your mouth,
consuming your words
and you say
you deserve the pain,
but I want to dry your face,
and whisper in your ear
how the clouds cry too,
while they hold such beauty,
and so do you.
Pretty metaphors are for pretty girlsI told you to stop
spewing pretty metaphors at me,
for with each elaborate comparison,
I feel a bit more
detached from this world
And maybe I don’t feel so strong at the moment,
but would you be
if you felt like the entire universe
was resting upon your shoulders,
and someone was just there saying:
But you’re stronger than the powerful beats
of a butterfly’s wings
And maybe I do need more confidence,
but would you exuberate it
when the part you hated most about yourself
were the freckles that have speckled your face for years,
and someone was just there muttering:
They’re not flaws,
but rather stars that form constellations
Yes, I can’t help but hate
all those unrealistic metaphors
you choose to pelt at me when I’m low,
yet the irony is,
I know that those beautiful words
are realistic in your eyes,
So I can’t hate you.
dark circlesi haven't slept well in 14 days
my eyes droop pretty colors
'50 shades of purple and grey,
they're bags and they're designer'
making jokes is how i cope
with chapped lips and constant chap-stick
it tastes like honey and mint
i laugh and say i'm addicted.
hooded lids and sleepy smiles
during lunch at subway
my friends ask if I'm okay
I say that I'm just tired.
but really when I see him with her
my heart sinks to the tiles
she's pretty and witty and sure as hell she can sing
and i'm just a loud bone-collector.
when I see her with him,
dancing and laughing and grinning,
the ring on her finger
laughs at my singularity.
for as much as i lie and as much as i try
my loneliness still creeps in,
because no matter how much they protest,
i'm still the lowly fifth-wheel.
walking behind them on sidewalks
that are wide, but built for four
smiles and laughs when they look back
but the frown creeps evermore.
pelvis peaks through paper-thin skin
and knuckles white and pale
my ribs are empty, my bo
Clear WristA clear wrist, barren of scars,
as opposed to skin sauntered in marks,
tells a trickier story than it's soiled and raw,
uncaring, unkempt counter part.
Bravery, I think it holds,
the strength to bare unimaginable loads
of pain and suffering through endless times,
and withstanding the agony of sleepless nights.
Some think it is fear, the reluctance to cut,
but I believe it opposite, it show courage and guts.
To bear your pain without a nick on your wrist,
is like a solider braving his terrain while being torn limb from limb.
Agonizing as it is, to hide your pain,
you do it so well, and no attention you'll gain.
At the end of the day, it's not cry for attention,
rather a cry for the victory that's silently mentioned.
Your scars are those not self inflicted,
and despite the gnawing intention,
to harm yourself and ease your pain,
the scars you earn are rightfully gained.
In a room of those who have jumped the gun,
and left traces of blood deep in their arms,
do not be tempted to do the sam
specter boys have always looked best sinkinghe says,
i want to count all 206 &
feel the notches of your ribs -
i want you, weary boy, to
phase yourself down while
you are burning inside out.
i will seethe inside your skull
like thoughts, like cigarette filters;
you will thank me as i molder in your marrow.
These Faded KeysOf all the keys I click
As we speak each day,
It's the back arrow
That's faded most
These white letters
Would surely tell you,
I reply to everything -
But the key reading "enter"
Will be the one to explain
Why it still looks new
I want you to know
Just how much I care,
But I don't want to be close
Out of the fear of losing you
But please remember:
I dedicate these words to you,
Sharing them to the world
Rather than clicking away
At the faded key ~
Everything EndsKeep your chin up, for it always ends. Everything has an end, even the pain, the regret, the loneliness, it always comes to an end, wether its in sight or not, it will come. Don't let the water flow above your head, tread the water in the endless sea, but know that you are strong enough to break whatever chains bind you. Keep your head up you brave soul, the world is not as cruel as you think, and I promise you, I will be there every step of the way. I will catch you when you fall, I will hold you when you stand, and I will fly with you as you soar through the sky. Everything ends, even the sadness, even the excruciating silence, even the things that make you feel without worth, keep your chin up you brave soul. I am here as a simple aid.. and like everything else, I will end, I am simply here to convey you to happiness.. it's up to you to keep me around after you achieve that happiness. I will not influence your choice.
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