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A Happy EndingA stranger walked by a crying little girl,
Tear and blood stains on her sleeves
He asked, "Darling are you okay?" She nodded.
He took her heart and then took leave.
A small boy crossed the little girl,
Mascara crawling down her face,
He asked how she was and she sighed, "Fine."
He grabbed her toys and left with no trace.
A lonely mother glanced at the girl,
Bleeding out in the middle of the street.
She asked her nothing, too weighed down with grief,
And stole the shoes off the young girl's feet.
The girl's soul mate was crawling by,
Bleeding, in pain, with a fever hot.
When the girl lied and said she was okay,
He kissed her and whispered, "No you're not."
The DarknessThe darkness grabs,
it holds on tight.
I try to evade,
but I can't find the light.
Let me go!
I want to live,
but it does not tire.
It does not give.
I'm fading away,
can't find myself.
But no one hears my cry.
The darkness smiles in glee.
As I've lost myself all together.
I will never be free.
This blue sadnessI’m dying
Crying heart and soul
Falling below the darkness
With no way of escaping
My reaching hand can’t get a hold of anything anymore
So then I give up on trying,
Falling deeper and deeper into this sea of thoughts
And with time turning comfortable
Not wanting to escape the sensation of drowning
Holding my neck with 2 hands
Pressuring my neck into forgetting the light outside of this water
Forcing myself to remember the pain
A pain that I would learn if I ever decided to escape.
As I become aware
The strength in my arms disappear
Leaving me falling, deeper and deeper
With no care in the whole world
Forgetting each one of my emotions
Replacing it with this pure blue liquid,
Slowly and painfully reaching my insides
Even in this state of misery
I do not stop it from filling me
Since it is taking the place of what I once lost
Suffering from the forceful removal of what call life.
I float in this strange place
With no means to move
Since the word “Will” have disap
My Dark HeartBleakness encompass me.
Black tears roll down my cheeks.
When will the pain stop?
When will the blood cease?
There is a hope.
I want no more of this light.
It hurts to the core.
I will embrace the night.
Darkness in my heart.
A beating of a different kind.
A savage beast.
It will be me.
A change. A mental wolf.
I am bitten. I will change.
The transformation happens.
I am and always will be darkness.
It's so easy to say Isn't it? It's so easy to say
follow through and fall down
This is the world
She wanted to
No longer here
no longer seems like a bad idea
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.
I'm the little girlI'm the little girl
who doesn't sleep very well
I'm the little girl
Who writes in the dark
I'm the little girl
Who barely see's what's going down
I'm the little girl
With the pills in her hand
who doesn't know what it's like to be gone
Won't you smile for me?We've all been deceived
Hurt, cheated, lied to.
It always hurts
No matter if it came from a stranger
Or a friend
Sometimes it hurts
more than we can bear
The weight of the hurt
pressed down on to weak shoulders.
Brittle bones crack
and we break.
The souls of those people
will never be the same.
The hearts of those people
Will always have scars.
They say trust is like a mirror.
Break that trust, you can fix it.
But you can still see those cracks.
And it's all we can do
To just smile and cover them up.
Lead everyone on that its okay.
"I'm much better now, thank you."
When you scream out for love
When you bleed for your hurt
It's all you can do
To just say
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