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Hello Darling.Hello darling.
I see you're hiding behind long sleeves.
I can see you trying to cover up your "ugly side" with gemstones and lace, with pretty clothes and make up.
But, hello darling.
You can show me.
I see you're pushing away your dinner.
I can see you thrusting fingers down your throat into the sink, trying to hide your secret with laughter and smiles.
But, hello dear.
You can show me.
I see you're hiding behind these precious things that the others care so much about.
I see you're upset with who you are, in fear that who you are might upset others.
I see you're broken, and I see, you're outspoken. You're lost and confused.
I see you're trying to hide something.
But, hello honey,
You can show me.
Because I don't care what they say about you.
I won't listen.
Train to NowhereI'm on a train,
Can't see through the rain,
I try not to care.
It's moving too fast,
but how do i slow?
Am I running from my past,
or just eager to go?
I know I should stop,
try to get a grip,
but this train is on lock,
and my sanity begins to slip.
Would it be so bad to ride,
to let this train go on?
We all know that I lied,
that I'm too far gone.
I can never be me,
no matter how I try.
Can't you see?
This has all been a lie.
So I'll sit and relax,
let the train run.
Maybe the train will crash.
Wouldn't that be fun?
My SongThe music swirls all around,
till all I hear is the joyous sound,
twirling, spinning, moving me,
and the endless notes are all I see.
The beat becomes my hearts own.
I feel as though the light has shown,
and all the sadness fades away,
and I finally see a happier day.
My lips part, and I sing along
To such a redeeming, beautiful song.
These moments come and go too fast.
I enjoy them greatly as they last.
I laugh in glee.
I feel so free.
What magic is this,
this utter bliss?
Stay with me, my pretty song,
with you the days don't seem so long.
With you I am so filled with hope,
I know with you, somehow I'll cope.
Together we'll stay.
You'll scare the darkness away,
Yes, stay here my friend,
play your notes till my end,
and with your melody in my ears,
I'll go without any silly fears.
I'll meet my maker with you at my side,
then he'll hold me close, no need to hide.
Yes, my song, you'll get me there,
with your notes, and tune, so full of care.
You'll be my very dearest friend,
until my bea
House of MirrorsThey say I spin
a web of lies,
but webs are for spiders.
They catch their flies.
No, my lies are mirrors,
each a different reflection.
They fill up my house,
my sinful collection.
Sometimes I get lost.
There's so much confusion.
Which ones are real?
Which are illusions?
I try to back track,
but the mirrors turn me around.
I cry out for help,
but the mirrors block the sound.
I give up.
Hang another mirror.
In this one I'm cruel and cold
on the exterior.
How many reflections
will I become?
Which one is real?
Where have I gone?
Don'tDon't tell me I'm beautiful.
When i feel disgusting.
Don't Tell me I'm lovely.
When my heart is rusting.
Don't talk to me.
I'm not worth it.
Don't encourage me.
Just let me quit.
Don't touch me.
Don't wish for me.
I'm a prison.
I'm telling you.
Life with me is no fun.
Don't Forget MeSitting down next to my fears
Remembering your words
Remembering your tears
Remembering my life
my world, your love, your smile,
You said I'd be in your heart.
You said you'd never forget
All what I gave, all what I did.
All what we shared.
The wind blows and it seems that nothing happened
The sun calls and nobody answers
The birds sing and nobody hears.
The whole sky waited for us
But you never tried.
You never saw,
You never screamed.
You never fought.
I'd never quit.
I wish my name didn't disappear from your lips.
I hope you still think of my eyes.
I hope my strokes still live on your cheeks.
I hope you miss
my hands, my chest, my hair, my laugh.
Remember me when you need a soul,
A friend, a man, a heart, a love.
No more letters to read,
No more songs,
No more games, no more jokes.
Just you and your walls,
Your pride, your noes.
An unfinished poem that nobody wrote
Or a beautiful story I wanted to draw.
The prayer neve
Crown of ThornsShe wakes up with red staining her pillow
and the taste of blood like iron in her mouth
It stains her teeth and leaks from her lips, and as she
rinses her mouth out, she can’t help thinking that
it’s better than dirt and ashes
it feels like she’s wearing a noose
of broken promises and shattered glass
that tightens around her throat with every day that passes
She nails a smile to her face
and doesn't let herself think the word dying
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