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Maze"Slice the pain away," she says
Visible marks left on her chest
She keeps thinking thoughts of death
She wonders if she's good enough for the world
She's never even felt love from a man
She's wondering what she's doing so wrong
Because she seems to sing along
To every heartbreak song
Her heart is shattered like broken glass
All because of some insecure ass
The way he acts
She can't see it
She sees him fit
In any way
She wants him to lead the way
To create something she's never made
She wants a family life
From a man who's never even thought of a wife
All this man wants is sex
He doesn't want to think of what's next
She doesn't see this
All she sees is the nice bits
Even though she hasn't spoken to him
She remembers the past things
It was a beautiful time
But things are dying
Now she's crying,
Crying herself to sleep each night
Sometimes wishing she'd die
But then she thinks twice
About how her family would feel
Sometimes it's the only thing that keeps her here
She's a lost soul
In My Shoes
Why are things changing?
Why is it raining?
So many things falling apart
Leaving us stranded in the dark
The same has happened in the past
I still remember that
Why is this happening?
Why am I such a terrible friend?
Is it all going to end?
Am I this selfish?
All I want is to see the man I "love"
I believe you've already seen yours enough
He walks with us
This shit is honestly making me feel like I want to cry
I'm not really sure why
This is the same shit that makes me look in the past each night
Eminem says "kids that got nothing- they sit and they vibe"
Well to us, the same vision applies
Yeah, he's still the shit in our eyes
Sometimes he can help guide our own lives
Every night the same thought flows through my mind like a river
"I miss her."
"What happened to what we were?"
"I miss her"
I know I push it off
But that's not what's going through my thoughts
And I don't care about her sexuality
Because what means most is her personality
We grew up together
We made an effort
I Miss Her
Every few days that go by
I can't seem to hide it
The feelings inside
That remind me of how we were
I honestly miss her
She was my sister
She was there for me since 3rd grade
But now it seems as though she's went another way
All of the memories we've made
All of the times we've shared
They all seem to have just disappeared
And sometimes I can't forget
The way we could share anything
We were never afraid of it being shared with another human being
That's only a few of the things I could say
But I couldn't make them all rhyme in a pleasant way
I still miss her
And she's still always in my heart
No matter how she acts, what she's done, or how far she's parted.
As you face my might you confess I was right
And you will pay by your blood on my sword
Cause I am the revenge lord
Your dark spirit shall face doom
A proof to my power's loom
Crushed under my heavy boots
I will cut all your roots
My anarchy field makes my soul feared
My soul is feared the echoes of it's greatness is heard
The ritual of might is my legal right
I am floating in power heights
I am called the chaos Wright
By shayan Shahsavary
Red CrushDo you know what this is like?
Of course you do,
Because you know
Let's have a little lesson.
I want you to take your
Place it on your chest.
Over your heart.
Now grip the skin.
Dig in with your nails
Until your flesh burns
With the pain of impending
Use your hand like a drill,
Thread your fingers through
Get a feel for the bone.
Move your hand just a
Slight bit to the right.
Do you feel the pulsing?
That's your heart.
Beating with beautiful life.
Now drape your hand over it,
Feel its loving,
Amazing force in your grasp,
And realize the power that
Squeeze the organ
Until it bursts between
That's what I felt like
When you used me.
When you lied to me.
When you broke me.
I gave myself to you,
Dreamer's Suicidal TemptationsWhy does it always have to end up like this? Why can I never actually be happy? Happy and actually being the keywords here. I just want to live my own fairy tale with magic and rainbows and unicorns and glitter,is that too much to ask? Just for once, something not temporary, something I can hold on to. But no, my prayers are never answered. Are they? Don't know, we're all predictable, we're all a tease, we're all disposable. No, I'm living another shade of nightmares, a lighter tone, a happier shade, but a nightmare no less.
"Why can't you just deal?" he yelled, pinning me to the wall.
"What if I don't want to?" I shakily replied, a burning sensation in the back of my irises.
"Weakling." he said, spitting in my face.
"Liar." I replied, trying to muster enough venom. He laughed.
Now don't worry about me, you never had, so why start now? Be good little boys and girls and maybe you'll gain some composure. Maybe. I don't even want to do this, not now, not fully, not yet. I need to
The Strange PoemHark.
What is that sound?
Spinning round and round and round.
What do I smell?
Dew on the well.
What do I see?
As the Devil's right knee.
What do I feel?
From the Reaper's wheel.
What do I taste?
In the kurry paste?
SickI somehow don't
Fancy you reading
But it is here,
If you should wish
To do so.
Not with any physical
But with something worse.
I am sick
Who will not have me.
I am sick
To tell you
That you are good,
But you will not hear me.
I am sick
With the same
Compassion that you
First offered me,
And I am sick
With the desire
To return it in kind,
But you will not accept me.
Do not mistake me
For speaking only of
I write of things
Far more relevant
You do not
Make me sick.
You cure me.
Do you know
What it feels
To hear from someone
For whom you care
That there is
Nothing you can
When they have shown,
Do you know what
It feels like to
Read the false words,
That they can give you
Nothing from which
You might benefit?
It cuts me to my very essence.
I am sick,
With not knowing
What is wrong,
Happens for a reason.
I am sick,
FeelingI have strength no more
feeling beaten to my core
feeling like i shouldnt be here
no one to love and hold me dear
feeling like i dont belong
feeling like i have been wronged
life is cruel and so is fate
have no love, feeling hate
loved by no one, but kind to all
feeling im breaking about to fall
Freaks ShowFingers scratching at my wrist,
Wanting a beautiful kiss.
The lips they know too well,
Gradually I feel my mind compelling,
Back to almost a month ago,
When I was still apart of the freak show.
Dancing on the stage,
With a pointy blade,
Focused on a luscious vein.
The oh's and ah's of the crowd causes pain,
I finally notice how different I really am.
I finally notice there is nothing I can,
Do to pick up the glass without getting cut.
I finally noticed that all I am is a nut.
I finally noticed that deep down I'm in the freak show for life,
I can no longer hide and fight,
The true me when it's thriving to come out.
In this moment I do doubt,
That I will ever be flawless, only odd.
I hold a blade to my arm as the former freaks applaud,
My so called success and I go on for the next act.
I will never turn back.
I'm a MonsterMonsters are inside of me,
Monsters are the size of my jeans.
Monsters will never let me be.
Fighting against me and this thing I am forced to call a body.
Monsters are carbs,
I am the superhero with the power starve.
Monsters are the suspicious people around,
Monsters are the sounds,
Escaping my humongous stomach.
Monsters are horrid objects such as ovens.
Monsters are ugly and fat,
And I am just that.
Every night I witness the same thing
These dreams always haunt me
I just seem to cling
To you. In these dreams, I see what we could be
These are the things I wish for
This is my desire for your touch
These are the things I adore
This is my longing for you to love me so much.
In these dreams,
I can feel the simplest touch from you
And it just takes me to extremes
The things you do, they make me swoon
I'm envious of any girl you flirt with
Above all, Bria, because you love her
And I can't end the wish
That wants us to be what we were
Sure, we laugh and your smile still shines
And sure, your personality still leaves me dazed
But what happened to those previous times?
I miss those days
And Miles, I miss you
I just can't seem to accept the fact
That I'm screwed
Because in reality, you're not going to crack
You'll always remain the person who doesn't care
You would merely rather be friends
My heart begins to know this and so it begins to tear
These dreams are the only things that keep
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