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before things broke.She was beautiful, once.
But that was before.
Before, she would play in the river with her daughter. At winter, it would snow, but nothing would freeze over. She wondered how, and her daughter would laugh and say, its because I asked for this.
Daddy left them a long time ago. He left for work and she said, Ill see you later, honey. He just said, yeah. Yeah, sure.
He didnt come back.
That was December. Its May, now, and she still misses him but her daughter doesnt. April says he was mean to her, she didnt really know him, he never really cared. Why should she care if hes gone? He was no good to you, Mommy, he really wasnt, she says.
She remembers those times as the good times, though, and nothing April says will change that.
She remembers how shed get snowflakes in her hair. She was healthy to go outside back then. April says it doesnt matter, it never snows in May anyway.
She remembers she had long
CutA tear slid down her cheek
As a drop slid down her arm
She kept herself in pain
To keep herself from harm
Each day she smiled bright
But no one seemed to care
Their ignorance made her feel as if
She wasnt even there
Each night she sat alone
In darkness and despair
As she thought about her life
And how it wasnt fair
She wore long sleeves to hide
The scars which marred her wrists
And the marks which scored her palms
As she tightly clenched her fists
When her friends asked how she was
She always said Im fine
None of them ever had a clue
Of the pain she was holding inside
At night she screamed in silence
As the crimson spilt over and out
Releasing the fears and frustrations
The world chose to do nothing about
Time marched on, yet ground to a halt
Her life seemed a melancholy haze
Twilight was fast approaching and
She was counting down the days
A tear slid down her cheek
As a drop slid down her chest
Shed destroyed herself to the very end
AloneIt was eight or nine years ago
My parents got into a fight
I was completely left outside
Unnoticed by others
Alone I sat
In the dark windy night
I stood up into the darkened sky
And counted the little shiny stars
The full moon glowed above me
Comforted me in its warmth's shadow
I faintly smiled to myself
And lowered my head down
Tiny drops of rain fell from my face
And so the darkness became my only friend
It filled my heart with more emptiness
It crawled through my skin and dug a hole inside of me
It was then; I first felt the loneliness of being alone
It was then; I found the joy in this gifted emotion
It was then; I cherished the night as it was my only friend
Where's The Heart In That?She had a heart, sure;
Hammering behind a broken ribcage.
It overwhelms me how her heart broke free,
Because you see,
Her heart was intended to run away with mine.
How To Mend A Broken HeartStep One
Forget everything I ever told you, its not worth it.
Throw the pictures of us in a box
Bury it as deep as you can,
And let it decay.
Let your speakers blast those whiney lyrics
While you rip the bleeding heart
From your chest.
Fall to the ground,
And Scream until
Your lungs burst.
Youre lowered six feet down
In a little pine box.
Stars and CigarettesDear You,
No one writes letters anymore, which is a pity because you can't burn an email from the ex. I might have told you that last night. Or maybe in a dream. Lying next to you, I dreamt of stars and smoke.
The world is ending like you said it would. It's choking.
I can't believe you weren't lying.
When we met, I was drunk (something I regret). But intuition tells me that you wouldn't have said hello otherwise and I hate that. I hate you too. You told me all your secrets because you knew I wouldn't remember, but did you know I would remember just enough to want to beg for more? I remembered enough to crave the taste of stars.
I hate you.
You liked how I smelled of cigarettes because it reminded you of home. We all get homesick but I saw how you pined to be there instead. Then you said you were a traveller. That was a lie, but I let you continue. You seemed like you needed someone, and I felt sorry for you.
Guilt feels bad, doesn't it? Poor exterminator.
I should have never let your
CutThe fear in her eyes.
The pain in her heart.
She picked up the blade
And all she wondered was:
"Where do I start?"
Tears mixed with blood;
Metal with skin.
As she cut deeper
her soul was numb within.
Smiling at the escaping pain,
She cut deeper
Again and again.
What was once just a way to cope with life's friction
Became an overcoming addiction.
godto say I don't believe in you
would be too small a claim.
I abhor you,
despise your sick mouth
twisted in vile satisfaction,
your heavy palm raised to slaughter
millions, your raspish voice
commanding to pillage, plunder,
rape and kill.
you are a jealous god indeed,
a monster feeding off the slime
of the world you created;
you've a hard-on for suffering
and you'll get your fix.
tell me, demon, cancer,
how many people must be massacred
in your name before you find it wise
to lift a finger?
IronmanHear me read it
My friends used to call William "Ironman" because the first time we kissed he got a nosebleed and the taste of his blood haunted me for a long time after it. We'd only been twelve years old and apparently the anxiety spiked his blood pressure to the point of combustion... I remember that when we were forced to take sex ed a few years later we were divided into separate classes for boys and girls, in case a diagram of an ovary was too risqué and we became animalistic and started clawing at each other in our seats, but nonetheless when our teacher Ms Jacobs had explained to us what an erection was in my mind all I could picture was the blood rushing to his nose and then the slash of cranberry across my blouse.
With the idea planted in his mind it didn't take long for William's hands to start wandering, but the image persisted. Every time I thought about just letting it happen I wondered what would happen if he got too excite
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