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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
This girlYeah I know this girl
She wears that smile
To let everyone know shes fine
But i know that
She is sick of trying
To get your attention
She's tired of crying
Herself to sleep
But yeah she smiles
But inside she is dying
Because she can't have you
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
Faking emoEveryone thinks its so trendy to be emo,
To slash their wrists, and pretend to be bi,
To write bad poetry and listen to bad songs,
But they don't know what its like to need it.
She doesn't cut to be part of a trend,
She doesn't show it off, and makes sure to hide it
Behind thick bracelets and long sleeves.
These "emo kids" wear too much black makeup
So that everyone will know when they cry
Because thats the in thing to do right?
And the ones that can't cry in class
Draw big tear drops in eyeliner on their cheeks
Like the stupid, fucking posers they are.
But she cries more than they will ever know,
Sitting at the back of the class, all alone
Hood up, head down, shes invisible
And she doesn't wear makeup, so it isn't obvious.
She thinks no one cares about her,
And she's probably right, because
Its hard to care about someone
you don't even know is alive.
One day, she'll probably cut too deep,
let it bleed too long, by accident
Or maybe on purpose, and they might never know.
And no one wil
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?
Love is a VampireBreaking my nails
against your skin,
I need you to bleed
so you will be a part
I am always
wailing inside this
cage, watching my
heart beat in your
And I want to
feed upon you
so your soul will always
But you leave me
in the darkness
on the floor among
and broken bones.
Why don't you pick
me up again?
Why must I watch you
always walk out the door?
I just want
to reach inside of you,
keep you here in my
Tired of wearing these
chains, you think you can
keep me at a safe distance.
I see it now and
wonder who is left
holding the wooden
As I plunge it into my heart,
watching as you die
with each slowing beat.
You thought you could
walk away but there
is no forever without me.
You took my heart out
so I stole yours in the night,
now it drains your life
away with my last
breath upon your lips.
Blood BrothersBrookie always holds my hand when we cross the street. She's never given a reason for it, she just does it. It's become this unspoken rule with us that whenever we cross the street together, she slips her hand in mine and I lace my fingers through hers and we walk hand-in-hand until we reach the other side and she drops her hand and we both wipe our palms on our jeans. Brookie's a little scared of crossing the street. Her poppa died in a car crash when we were six. He was a pedestrian. She's never gotten over it.
Brookie is my best friend going on sixteen years now, which is pretty impressive considering we're both sixteen. We don't have some cute little story about how we were born in the same hospital on the same day or about how our mothers were best friends long before they were pregnant with us and somehow passed on that bond while we were still in utero. No, Brookie and I met the same way ever
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