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I Hate MyselfIt's almost funny
It's almost kind of like a joke.
But the exaggerated comments
Weren't really an exaggeration.
Saying that it's hard
Is an invalid argument.
There's nothing in this spectrum that isn't hard
No, the difficulty can almost be embraced
It give us something to look forward to
Something to accomplish
No... It's more of a realization.
It's simple and clear
Disgusting and strange
Fascinating and complex
But when asked the question "If there was one person in this world, whom you could slay and batter as if unknown, who would you choose?" it certainly wasn't normal, for her first thought to be "My mother."
But after reality and acid threw her to the ground with the force of all her hate, she let the waves drown the enemy. Cinderblocks of sweetened concrete, a crumbling iron force , she tried with all her might to throw, the hurt, to wound, and to kill. But something wasn't working. She built up demons filled with rage to dismember the villain, flowers laced with screeching pain
Blue InkMy heart skips a beat, then starts in double time
My parted lips forget to call for air
I blink once, twice, my eyes stinging with tears
Suddenly I gulp for breath, tearing my eyes away from the paper
My hands are shaking, I sink to the floor
Only you, could pull me up so high, and then drop me like a leaf,
without even realising what you'd done
This letter, its all I have of you, for now
It isn't our fault that whats forbidden, is who we are.
You said you always wanted to be the warmth on my summer evenings,
the sparkle in my snow
You told me this is what I was, to you
I know I fell in love with you
you said that you were falling too,
You took it back
Or did I just misunderstand?
Darling, I know you're scared,
That you've been hurt
You dont know how to do this
I know I scared you
And it kills me
My words, I thought, would comfort you
You joke, and tell the world, that you dont know what love is
But I don't think you're joking.
And now you say
Of course you love me
20h32 : Attic : Cynical
I do not believe in innocence.
There never was
Or ever will be
Such a thing
The young child
Whose light and naivete
Are admired and envied
Does not posses innocence
The injusticed woman
Falsely accused of a crime
And fighting an uncertain battle
To be decided by stranges
Was not found innocent
The grown man
Who lusts on captured freedom
And beats it out of her
Every chance he gets
Did not take her innocence
Only her ignorance
Life is pain
And anyone who says otherwise
Is selling something
I'm so pro at pretending :3When I grow up, I'm going to hell
Because that's where she's leading me
The devil has gotten inside of our friendship, you know
And now, he's using her to tempt me
And it gets even better, because I'm encouraging her in her sin
So its not just my soul going down,
But my best friends as well
So thats why of course I've realised, through much reading of the good book and praying,
That of course I'm not bisexual
I'm a perfectly normal 16 year old girl, who doesn't spend all her time writing and drawing that distrubed anime stuff, but is excited to go on dates with boys, and buy pretty dresses and shoes.
Because that's what you want me to be.
It's what I have to be, or else I won't be your daughter anymore.
When I grow up, I'm going to London.
Because that's where we want to live
Love has gotten inside of our friendship, you know
And now, I'm willing to live again
And it gets even better, because our world has color this time
So its not just my soul seeing rainbow,
But my best friends as w
Quiet Little GirlA quiet little girl sits on her own
All the children hate her, they won't leave her alone.
They tease her and hit her and call her mean names
She believes their mean words and hangs her head in shame
The adults don't listen as they smile and chat
The little girl cowers, and in a corner she sat.
Her mother calls her that its time to come home
She smiles and runs the car while the warm sun shone.
When she reaches the house she smiles and plays
She forgets their mean words and think everything will be okay.
She eats her whole dinner, her veggies too
She prepares her outfit and lines up her shoes
Her mother tucks her in and tells her good night
She snuggles in and grabs her stuffed horse tight.
The little girl went to school the very next day
Once again, the children laugh and say
"Leave us alone, you ugly freak,
Nobody likes you, and you're incredibly weak"
The little girl runs, tears streaming down her face
Living through each day,waiting to disappear without a trace
Learn To BiteThere are people out there
who will take your
and your fragile
They will take it in
like a stray animal
or a five dollar bill
and keep it in their
until you are spent-
Some homicides are not recorded
as they should be.
Next time someone
picks you up
and holds you close,
I want you to
(I need you to)
-Then look them in the eyes and say:
"I will learn what you
taste like; either from a kiss
eating you alive."
The Boy.The boy hates his peers with an unattainable passion.
He lashes out, but he can't explain his actions.
He calls out, but no one is concerned.
He tries to pick up a book, but he just can't seem to learn.
He loves, he lusts.
He cuts, and he rots.
He tries to remember the thoughts that he forgot.
The thoughts that tear at the back of his skull.
The thoughts that he once wholeheartedly hulled.
Every night he tries to sleep, but it never seems to come.
He chases down his dreams, but all he catches is cheap rum.
He takes a step and he soon falls down.
But the crowd doesn't notice, the crowd is too loud.
The King is too busy polishing his crown.
The boy hates his peers with an unattainable passion.
He lashes out, but he can't explain his actions.
But now the boy isn't a boy.
It is no longer socially acceptable for him to play with those toys.
Running AwayWhy can't I leave now?
Just run until the dawn catches up with me,
Wherever I am in this world.
Let me go,
I don't want to be here anymore.
The walls whisper to me,
The rooms hold visions.
Maybe if I run
It will all go away.
But who will care?
Will anyone notice?
It'll be too late when they realize it.
That I'm too far gone
To be reached.
But maybe I don't want them to notice.
It could be that I don't want them to care.
But that might be a reason why I want to leave.
Sometimes you need to run away
To see who will follow you into the night.
So you will see if anyone is worth living for.
landscape.i am desperately trying to understand the quakes that shake and
tremor my skin and deep in my muscles. i know that my body is a landscape,
and i am learning that the mountains and valleys aren't always at peace
as i can feel the rains starting to come and wash away the paths
that i knew so well.
each drop, is rendering me even more lost.
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