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Please cheer up.Are we quietly dreaming,
Or wandering through reality?
Give me a chance to stop the screaming,
And a chance to set me free.
Hold the barrel to your lips forgetting any meaning,
And all the questions - one shot and then we will see.
Deaf.Stop myself for a moment.
Can't you hear? Can't you hear?
Sit myself down for a second.
Can't. You. Hear?
Her voice is reaching out to me.
Her lies are all that I can see.
Shes running her fingers over scarred skin.
Sensing the haunting memories held within.
She strokes my throat with cold steel.
Its sharp edge, and the warmth I feel.
She pulls it slowly against my cheek.
Suddenly shaking, I feel so weak.
Skull crashing into the wall.
Tears begin to fall.
She holds onto my throat tightly.
Choking me ever so slightly.
She looks down and begins to speak.
And again. I. feel. so. weak.
"Can't you hear? Open your fucking mouth."
Placing the freezing cold onto the tip of my tongue.
I can taste the iron flavoured rose against the bite of steel.
Again she starts.
"Can't you hear? Swallow bitch."
Fucking WhoreDon't you go telling me theres a reward,
That I cannot fucking reach!
Telling me all your golden ideas and opinions,
That you forvever fucking preach!
Listen so hard, Im frustrated by you cus,
Twisting dark strands of hair around my finger.
Pull, tear, shred and rip it all fucking out.
The faster its done the longer pain will linger.
Right, now I can't hear you anymore.
My skulls filling with the screaming...
And shes telling me I'm a fucking whore!
A state where I wish I was dreaming.
So fucking cliche, yet Im sure it's real.
She loves all my frightened tears.
People sing it so very often.
For gods sake, shes feeding on my fears!
So fucking cliche, dammit. Yet she ain't real!
A shinning guardian angel - Beauty so pure.
Stained crimson. And her carcass black as coal.
Shes chaining me down. No cure.
So cliche it all seems for fucks sake!
Again, and again. Pulling metal through my skin.
It makes her smile oh so contentedly.
My blood to wash away all of my sin.
A voice. One so loud.
Other soul...Fingers out stretched, Lost within memories.
Painfully pressing my palms onto the icy mirror.
Fiery hot pain beginning to explode,
The glass cracks. Agony pulsating within my body.
I grapple with the urge to recoil.
Straining with every fibre of my being.
To retain the contact.
Of my blazing fingertips on the mirror the frozen surface.
The moon is tinted a blue hue here by the glowing moon.
I can tell my eyes are painfully red.
I greet the mirror with my other hand.
Softly touch the tip of my nose against my reflection.
Then pulling my hands down as I relax myself.
The melting rose colour liquid spills onto the darkened surface.
It smears as I move my skin within it.
I press my lips against my own in the mirror.
The soft hot flesh sticks slightly,
Before I pull my head back slightly,
Opening my eyes.
The image on the other side begins to convulse.
It warps, bends and shifts.
I slide my hands to the floor.
Wrists trailing red hot blood.
The crack in the glass grows bigger. Deeper.
End of the world.Burnt smouldering wings on an angels back,
Her fall from grace oh so sinister,
and those tears have stained her face,
She is a poised atop a throne made of roses.
An angel will rarely stay beautiful and pure.
Werent we all innocent in the beginning?
We grow darker day after day,
Slowly being claimed by the worlds decay.
Our minds become broken and twisted,
The wings tainted a crimson red.
And we begin to bleed and rust,
The smiling faces fade into the dust.
Our world is breaking down here can you tell?
Everythings turning into red and the siren is sounding.
And the tortured screams of the damned rise high.
Havent we been awaiting this?
We deserve this as humans.
We are selfish and cruel.
We all deserve to die.
When the red skies come.
Again. Stuff...Thats another ten minutes passed.
I feel. That nothing I do is worthwile.
I want someone to smile,
As a result of my existence.
Something that I've done or said.
To make a connection with someone else.
And for them to understand.
Them to feel compelled to smile a little.
Then I will feel as though Im someone.
And not nothing.
It's Okay to be ImperfectThe moon
Stand Against SuicideI know the pain is perhaps unbearable,
But darling, please put down the blade.
Release your emotions through tears and smiles,
Rather than dreading these days.
Do it for the little girl, whose mother can’t be there,
Or for the boy whose father drank too much.
For the boy who can’t sit in elementary school,
Because the bruises from Daddy hurt to touch.
For the teenage girl lying face down in her bed,
Thinking, why can’t it all be done?
For the elderly man looking up at the stars,
Counting the days one by one.
Do it for the children who wonder, does it end?
For the ones who feel left on their own.
For the ones who think, maybe it wouldn’t be so hard
If I didn’t feel so left alone.
And finally, do it for one other person,
The person in front of these words.
Because you’ll never know how it gets better
When focusing on pain and hurt.
Live one more day, dear, for them and for you,
And I swear to you, problems will fade.
I know, for right now, it’s p
Unable to loveMy love was pure
I only wanted
But my heart
Because my love
Like a piece of garbage
And now I'm unable
Because the shreds
Of my shattered soul
MathematicsI am but the sum of my
F L A W S;
a network of
S C A R S
a disaster of
D R E A M S
a shield of
B O N E S
C A L C U L A T I O N
a void of
I Thought I Needed FeminismI thought I needed feminism, when I was a little girl.
And I am very sad to admit, that this wasn't very long ago.
I thought when he held the door open for me, that he was making a big mistake.
That he was being a pompous ass, and he took my strength for a fake.
And when he offered to pay my tab, I still called him an ass.
Because I thought he assumed I was poor, and below middle class.
Or when his hard work earned him a promotion,
yet I did nothing, and the boss' ignorance to promote me, I believed was a sexist notion.
My friend really wanted feminism when she found her ex-dead drunk,
removed his clothes, and without his consent, had a pleasurable fuck.
When her parents bust into the room unexpected that night,
she said he raped her, and he was arrested without so much as a fight.
Perhaps feminism was there when I walked out into the street in pure nudity,
and shouted the my neighbors “You have no right to judge me!”
I didn't care about the children who were standing in th
to the girl i lose my words aroundi have been meaning to tell you for years:
i think you’re beautiful. i have
seen nothing on earth that holds a candle
to the ocean you carry inside your body.
it spills over your edges sometimes, like
a rain shower around you, blurring your penciled-in
lines until there is nothing left of you but your natural
cliffs, valleys, and deserts.
i like that.
i have never met someone who is, somehow,
a sea and a storm at the same time.
maybe i never will again.
maybe you are the only one
who gathers clouds on her forehead
like a promise, or feels the push and pull of the tide
with her every step.
you are beautiful, honestly.
you are honest, beautifully.
it is in the way you talk, the way you hold ice
on your tongue but forget to use it—
you always forget to use it, i don’t think
you know how.
to be truthful, i’m afraid of your smile
and how it breaks over me, how it pulls
me like a whirlpool down, how it pushes me
like a current back to the surface. i’m afraid of
DifferentDifferent on the outside,
Different mask you see daily,
Different girl you call ‘Hailey’
To my surprise
Your ears are distracted,
So I tell lies, looking into your eyes,
“Yea I’m fine. Simply tired”
For that response my brain is wired.
Different mouth you hear speaking,
Different voice you hear screaming
Different eyes you see pleading,
Different person you’d befriended
I’m sorry this is how it’s ended.
sexsexsexsexsexsexsexsexsexsexBut can we understand it?
Its thrown around so much, so broken and abused.
Weve tainted it havent we?
Love has become so over used.
Spoiled it with our lust of youth.
Can it not exist, as a sweet tender kiss?
Without a pressure in your neck,
To submiss, to fall, to get down on your knees.
Without love we would all fall into heck.
They're all doing it don't you see?
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