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Rest In PeaceHeaven has called upon you today,
leaving so many words left to say.
But now it's too late, for your time has come,
words unspoken; I am sure everybody has some.
Regrets and wishes are probably there too,
but lasting forever are memories of you.
I was there when you needed a place to stay,
just like you would be there for me night or day.
There have been many times that we disagreed,
but we were there for each other in time of need.
Now it's time for me to say Good-Bye,
until we meet again in heaven to fly.
LostWho am I kidding?
Apparently everyone. They think I'm happy and I have no problems.
Only I know the real me.
Hiding behind the lies and putting up a false bravado to hold back all the pain inside.
The truth is I don't know if I'm awake or asleep. I don't know if I'm alive or dead. I don't know if I'm bitter or angry.
I still remember the day you told me nothing would change but lately it's been like nothing is the same.
I used to think the problem was you. But now I know that is not true.
The root of all evil is me.
I am my own worst enemy.
Knock myself down constantly.
Always saying to myself
"No you're not good enough for that.,"
"You don't deserve to be happy,"
"Everybody hates you,"
"Why do you even smile,"
"All you do is push people away from you because you're scared,"
"You'll never be nothing but a dope fiend,"
"Nobody will ever know what you mean,"
"You're family is right,"
Listening to myself I feel the sense of drowning.
I'm drowning in
Don't Fuck With MeWhen the smile fades
And the eyes shift
You can bet your ass
Ill satisfy this itch
Dont fuck with me
I will end this
You will beg me
Plead and wish
That I have mercy
When I knock
So count ever second
On your Armageddon clock
Meet The Dark LordCome into the night, meet the dark lord
Others have lost and forsaken you
An unblessed stench within the pit
Forbidden fruit that burdens
Tempted with that which you can not claim
Unholy land that is his dominion
All demons bow before his name
Allow him your body as a vehicle
Alone you will come to serve
In this world it shall come to pass
Ruling the undead from his thrown
Cursed is his name by all mankind
Freshly laid graves in a kingdom
Gaping pits in the darkest depths
Feasting upon the crimson wine
Deliver unto him all that he may take
No longer will you remain a servant in this world
LonelyLoneliness will not save you
Our way of life is gone
Precious memories will fade
Dreams will be denied
Claiming each day to be our freedom
Keeping the light within the frame
Fire runs through our veins
Taking on a life of its own
Slowly driving you insane
A feeling of hate consuming you
Thinking of how you will survive
Reaping what you sow
Feeling satiation yet you hunger
Between the beat and being human
Beauty of the flesh is confusing
No longer seeking the logic in your actions
Reckless, wild in that who you are
Have we to fallen victim
Following a path we did not choose
Craving that which defines our existence
Unable to care for who we are
Triumph and lose come to pass
Unbearable anguish weighs upon our soul
Eternal storms that rage out of control
Never ending journeys through an undying night
Searching for a moment of peace
Time has become my prisonTime has become my prison
Hell within my mind, trapped by reality
Shadows slowly passing by
A mask that reveals nothing
Lost expressions upon ones face
Unable to find falling tears
Only the eyes remain behind the mask
Searching out that of lost souls
I will come to hide my face
Tears I will no longer give up
Only a void left behind the eyes
Taunting a world that devours its own
Consumed by the blood of demons
Living among the creatures
A path that has forgotten fear
Deep within the minds of others, I roam
Whispers from the heart grow silent
Living without that which is missing
Allowing forgiveness to fade away
Seeing past the mask is the only truth
Protected by the emptiness
The cold, dark remains of the past
All become hardened scars
That of truth is only lies told
Behind the dark mask, a dark heart
A soul haunted by mortal days
Fighting to cry out
Searching for a way to escape
A wounded heart falls victim to chaos
Battle will forever be waged
Captives of good and evil
Bound by that o
Darling, Don't You DareTo the girl who skips dinner,
Because her reflection hurts more than
To the boy who wears sweatshirts
On hot summer days,
Because he doesn’t want his mother to cry over his
To the boy who weeps uncontrollably
Until he falls asleep,
Because it’s the only way to escape into his
To the girl who spends her days in her bedroom,
Because the dark is more peaceful than her
To the child who gets angry,
Because no one understands.
To the teens who self-harm,
To the ones in recovery,
To the ones that just can’t do it anymore…
For the girl who skips meals
And the boy who wears sweatshirts,
For the boy who cries,
The girl who hides,
And the ones who just can’t do it anymore.
You’ve come this far.
Don’t you dare give up on it, now.
I am the daughter of a sailor.There is pure sea water
rushing through my veins
& my vocabulary can be
just as colorful.
how do I begin to tell you
we all have jungles growing
in our chests?-
by human hands?
I like to pretend
it’s Draco residing
in this chest of mine-
clogging my lungs,
I have forgotten
how to write
or anything with a shred
I have no space left within myself
for celestial, fire breathing dragons-
because I realize now
when I look in the mirror,
I do not see my father.
I screamMy scream is loud.
My scream is honest.
My scream is desperate.
My scream is filled with truth.
Why would nobody hear me?
You're Not DepressedDepression isn’t what you think it is.
You’re just sad.
If you and your boyfriend or girlfriend just broke up, you’re not depressed.
If you are longing to be with that one girl or boy, you’re not depressed.
If you really want to meet that one celebrity, you’re not depressed.
If you haven’t gotten a text from any of your friends all day and want to talk to someone, you’re not depressed.
If you cried in the shower last night because you want that guy to be your boyfriend,
Or sat on your bed last night with your face in your hands wanting to be with that one girl,
You’re not depressed.
Until you have hated yourself,
Felt no self-worth,
Felt like you’d never amount to anything
And are useless,
You want to lie in bed all day and do nothing but think,
Think you are never good enough for anyone,
Don’t deserve anyone,
Lost any interest in drawing, writing, reading, singing, etc…
You don’t want to be around anyone, just by
dearly belovedthese days
your name has been slipping
in and out of my rib cage
my heart forgets to beat.
how even after all these months i still
don't want to believe that
you're dead. how during the
first couple of weeks i prayed
to a god i didn't believe in and begged to know
if death tasted sweet to you. how once,
when the monsters in my head
didn't let me sleep, i
wrote you three poems and then
you were a supernova that
lit up my life for
a few radiant moments before,
like all good things in this
you came to an end.
the sinner in me hopes that you have wings now.
but i think that,
most of all,
i hope you no longer
remember what pain
Let me dieGo away
Leave me alone
And let me die
Of this world
I don't want to live
Because there's no light
At the end of this tunnel
So I'll just end my life
Don't try to stop me
And we'll meet again
On the other side
Outside this dark tunnel
I am afraid of monsters like you.Bones and sinew cling
to the part of me
that is not human,
the part of me that
Your lips are ready
to pounce mine when
you lace my neck with
the collar of hope.
It hangs too tightly.
Only GirlsOnly Girls can suffer from weight loss,
can cut and cut until their blood is all gone.
Only girls can cry out their angry emotions,
and watch them pool from their eyes like the raging oceans.
Emotions are qualities reserved for women women only,
without them, what men would bask in their glory.
Only women can abort an unwanted fetus,
when a man mourns his lost child, he's nothing but a bigoted sexist.
Only girls can wear their hair long,
put on cake loads of make up, and twirl their hips to a song.
Strip down in public to your bra and underwear,
only girls will get angry when their objectified by eyes everywhere.
Only girls can swallow the pills,
because boys are never depressed, they only grow ill.
Only a woman can claw at her defenseless husband,
and when he tries to defend himself, he's considered little to nothing.
Cry 'sexual-harassment' in the midst of your workplace,
only girls can get away with this, when nothing was done to them in the first place.
Abuse is impossible if it ha
Wrists.Wrists are not made,
To be cut up by cold blades.
Blood was meant to stay in your veins,
Not to be drained.
From your body,
You're stronger than that,
I know a person can only take,
Until they break.
And you have your doubts,
And when you lay in bed,
The pain is all you think about.
But you're so much more,
Than your heart aches.
So much more,
Than your demons.
Even if you feel,
Like your dying,
And you are through with trying,
Because all you've been doing lately is crying.
I want you to know,
That no, you're not alone.
And you re going to survive.
Please just drop your knife,
Because you're going to,
Make it out alive.
Do You Know?Do you know a life of loneliness and one filled with pain
living a life with nothing to gain. Surrounded by darkness
Overwhelmed with shame. A life without peace with no one to blame.
Do you know of a place unseen, a place that holds only shattered dreams, A place filled with sorrow with no end in sight, I am given this gift each and every night.
Do you know of a place so cold, this is the place I call my soul. A place without hope or comforting dreams, a life not worth living wouldn't it seem
Do you know of a life, that should have never been, and the feeling that today, this life has to end. One more day of sadness is much too hard to bare, I am tired of living a life of heart ache and despair.
Do you know a person with so much pain inside, or the feeling of loneliness when no one hears your cries, maybe when the tears are gone, and I can clearly see, the only question left will be..
DO YOU KNOW me
The TrundlerThe waste land behind the fire station is always silent. No birds sing there, and even the wild rabbits and feral cats avoid it. Weedy wildflowers nod their seasonal heads in the breeze. Lying fallow in the midst of housing developments, shopping malls, the new movie theater — the vacant lot stands out like a knife wound on a woman’s placid face, shocking, brazen, ugly.
It is always empty. Except for one thing: a ragged heap of old trash, all nasty black tar paper and vicious snarls of rusted wire, car parts and broken glass and other junkyard jetsam. The embodiment of injury waiting to happen, an invitation to a tetanus shot... the city never hauled it away. No one ever wants anywhere near it; it radiates an eerie sense of calculating watchfulness.
And at night, it wanders.
When darkness falls, and the last cars heading into the hives of tract housing stop illuminating the asphalt with moving-picture shadows, it… unfolds. Bitter, broken tangles, grotesquely mov
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