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I hate this feeling
I have no pulse
I'm an empty shell
Of who I used to be
Sure, they tell me to move on
They say it's not worth it
But I won't move on
You are worth it
You are the one
You hold my heart
Will I ever get it back?
I honestly don't want it
But the one thing I fear the most
Three years ago
You swept me off my feet
Took me to the sky
To watch the world below
You taught me how to fly
We were miles high
Forever in love
But I must admit now
I'm scared of heights
And although I trust you
With my life, soul, and heart
I know times are getting tough
We're both getting tired
But my dear Superman
I beg you
Don't let me fall
But if I do...
Will you catch me?
I miss youWhat's wrong with me?
What's happening to me?
I hate this
I hate feeling like this
But it means nothing now
All I ever do now
All because of
what you did to me
You made me this way
You changed me
Despite of all of this
Despite what you did
I miss you
I need you
I love you
Mangled HeartsThe emotion washed over me
Each breath was strained
What brought me here?
You hurt me so much
I said I'd never forgive you
But how can I fight this?
I said I'd never go back
But here I am once more
Fighting the desire
Fighting the need
To have you back in my arms
Yeah, you did me wrong
Yeah, you hurt me so bad
But none of that matters anymore
I'm going under
Under your influence
Did you plan this?
Do you want this?
Do you want me?
Because right now
I want you
My ChildOh how sweet it is
The quick, steady thudding
Of tiny feet
Ringing through the house
Music to my ears
Not a care
Nor a worry
Nothing but fun and games
The only question
"Mommy, what's for lunch?"
Oh how I love you
Your neverending energy
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.
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
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
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
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
Sin Of Your Love
Have you ever needed someone
As if they were air?
Have you ever loved someone so much
The idea of living without them
Nearly kills you?
That's how I love you
Maybe I'm an addict
To the wild, crazy
Sin of your love
Yeah, maybe I'll go to hell
But I don't care
I need this
I need you
The pain only worsens
Each one longer and longer
I need you
And there is nothing
You could ever do-
That would make me
Love you any less
There's no rehab for my drug
Will always be
The sin of your love
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