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Keep this promiseDo me a favor; don’t forget the time that we spent
It won’t last forever; I’m sure that one day we’ll meet again
Because we’re truly not far apart, it might as well be the start
And I know it seems a bit rough, just remember to not lose your heart
Because I’ll keep my faith in you, as long as you stay true
And don’t lose your faith in me, your friends barely know me
So don’t you ever worry, because one day we’ll start our story
Filling the blanks that we left open, keeping us from feeling lonely
The PainI'm in pain...
The pain that comes with love...
But no... not the good type of pain...
The kind of pain...
That just makes you feel...
As if something left...
And might never come back...
The kind of pain that
Resonates through your heart
For seemingly days on end...
No matter when it started...
I feel like a liar
And a cheat...
I don't deserve anything...
Not even this pain...
Because this pain...
It comes on the tail end
Of what used to be happiness...
But now I'm butchered...
One part of my heart...
Taken out without question...
Losing the will to live...
But I have to stay...
Suffer in the legacy of pain
That I've created in my past...
I can't let anyone else down
The way I have...
But I knew this would happen...
I knew I would cause
Some sort of pain or strife...
Something to hurt you...
And something that would hurt me
Twice as much...
But you didn't listen...
Now I'm suffering here in pain...
For the BrokenThis is for the ones like me,
The ones who are broken but none can see.
This is for the ones who've been lost,
The ones who've paid a high cost.
This is for the broken souls,
Whose lives have washed up on barren shoals.
This is for the ones who were broken in another's hands,
The ones who've cried enough tears to cover vast lands.
This is for the girl who has become unclean under his touch,
For the boy who's suffered just as much.
This is for the people shattered on the ground,
For the ones who suffer without making a sound.
This is for the broken ones,
For all the daughters and sons.
Self-HatredI hate myself.
I'm so stupid.
I'm so ugly.
I'm so fat.
And I'm sorry
that I ever
wasted your time,
that I'm fucked up,
that I'm weak,
that I'm shy.
that I don't know how to be
who you want me to be.
I'm sorry you don't like me.
I'm sorry I can't make friends.
I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry.
I'm sorry I'm me.
I'm sorry I'm alive.
I want to go to sleep,
and never wake up.
I want to die.
Dead Man's SwitchIn control, then not -
Sudden loss of grip.
Headlong to where?
Details lost, smudged, streaked.
Careening; no system of
No dead man's switch,
On a fast track -
With or without a god?
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Lilyas has dedicated herself to making our community a brighter place with her vibrant artwork and infectious enthusiasm for interacting with others in our community. It has certainly paid off, as many deviants flock to her page on a daily basis to let her know how much of an inspiration she is. We absolutely agree, and couldn't let all that hard work go without recognition, so it's with great pride that we bestow the Deviousness Award for March 2014, to ... Read More