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Forgotten girl.I was the forgotten girl.
I've been used and discarded, I've got nothing left.
I'm exhausted and emotional.
I'm numb from the pain, although it still stings a bit.
Then you came into my life..
You took away all the hurt
You made me happy again
Even made me feel better about my self
You protected me from what i've been hiding from my entire life.
Do i look like her now?She was rather short, a petite, plump little thing.
She loved to draw, paint, and sing.
No, she never cared much about her looks,
She was much more worried about reading books.
Until one day, she came across a magazine
On the cover there was a tan, tall girl, who was abnormally lean.
She went to the mirror and sighed one day,
She picked up the magazine and cried, "I wish I could look that way!"
Days after days, she had been starving herself,
All at the same time, she was not in good health.
One last time she looked in the mirror then collapsed to the ground.
She smiled then asked, "Do I look like her now?"
Every little thing you do.
First it begins with that smile of yours,
it leaves me crumbling down to the floor.
The way you laugh makes my knees go weak,
And I find myself barely able to speak.
When you stand tall, I will too.
There are so many reasons why I love you.
When you wait by my door, so you can hold my hand,
or when you listen to what I say, and truly understand.
These are words that I hope you will soon see,
That every little thing you do means the world to me.
A small case of social anxiety...I never wanted to feel this way.
I've never wanted to hold my breath every time someone touched me,
or nearly faint when I get called to the front of my classroom.
It haunts me, pressing a weight on my chest that is unbearable.
I walk by crowds of people hoping I don't catch their eye.
Maybe they won't notice, maybe they won't criticize me.
Oh god, did I trip?
Is there something on my face?
Why are they staring? I should stop worrying so much.
Just keep your head down, it will be alright..
Please.I just want to hold you close to me..
You're only three steps away, yet it feels like a mile.
Do you forgive me yet? For pushing you away.
It's supposed to be a happy ending, right? Or will I die in agony?
I'm sorry for what I did, don't act so cold.
Can you hear me?I'm crying, thrashing
trying to break loose from all of these people
Can you hear me? I need you
Please come back, I'm so lost
Don't leave me
Besitos (Vic Fuentes Fanfic) Chapter One
"A diamond bullet and a gun made of gold, she was covered in blood last seen in San Fransisco."
His words still replay in the back of my mind. "I just don't want this anymore..".The day he left, he had no idea he was hurting me and it's been long enough for me to realize he doesn't care. I guess you could say i've moved on, considering the fact that it's been 3 years since we broke up, atleast I convince myself i've moved on. It's hard to avoid him though, his band is really popular, it's called Pierce the Veil. I've seen posters, heard them on the radio, even seen wandering fans with their merch on. They are a pretty good band I have to admit, but it just brings back painful memories. I sighed, All this over-thinking is making my head-ache.
My eyes shot open as I heard a knock on my door. "Errghh!" I grunted, drug myself out of bed, and walked downstairs to my front door. I opened my door and saw my boyfriend Eli leaning in the doorway. "Nice outfit!" He smirked.
Recovery.I may not know my purpose yet but i'm starting to see a light.
Things have been tough,
and there will be more hills to climb in my future
but i'm starting to recover and realize i'm here for a reason.
I'm here to change and impact peoples lives, as well as you.
We are all here to interact and make a difference.
Things are so much better.. now I can see flowers blooming,
and I,myself, am blooming too.
Dull SensesDo you hear the shadows?
Whispering about you?
Murmuring your secrets?
Yelling out your problems?
Do you see the sunlight?
Trying hard to shine down?
On a fake happiness?
Masquerading as goodness?
Do you feel the silence?
Covering this whole world?
Eating at your conscience?
Eating at your sanity?
Do you taste the redness?
Enveloping you slowly?
Licking at your heels and
Licking at your wide eyes?
Do you smell the corpses?
Littered all around you?
Flesh gray and rotten?
Just like you are now?
Do you hear the shadows?
Whispering about you?
Murmuring your secrets?
Stealing your sanity?
Her voiceI hear her voice
She screams my name
She is angry against me
I pray to relieve my pain
She punishes my mistakes
She wants my suffering
I pray for my forgiveness
She wanted a true love
The only thing that I have given is a lie
Dear PersonDear Person,
Whenever you're sad,
Don't be alone.
Don't call yourself
When you're sad.
Don't wish that
You didn't have friends.
Don't bottle up
Don't cry alone.
Don't outcast yourself.
The little things do matter.
We're all flaws.
Don't hurt yourself.
We're all mistakes.
Don't judge yourself.
It's okay to hate yourself
To get better.
I love you.
Please read this
When you're sad.
InsanityIf one is truly insane,
Does one feel nothing at all,
Or everything all at once?
You feel concoctions, rather than emotions.
A vial full of joy,
A belly full of laughter,
A dash of envy,
A splash of rage,
A sprinkling of guilt,
Seasoned with a touch of fear,
And topped off with some loneliness.
Who knows what the reaction could be.
Who knows what the catalyst is.
A broken heart,
To be insane is to be both a loose cannon and a straight arrow.
If one is truly insane,
Isn’t one the most human of us all?
Or is one the least feeling of us all?
Could the most insane also be the most sane?
What is sanity?
What is normality?
What is insanity?
Fool BoyFool boy
Stupid son of mine
Sit there and cry
I'll leave you behind
Weak son of mine
You'll never fill my shoes
Arrogant son of mine
You can't challenge me
Pompous son of mine
See how hard the world is
Father of my grandson
Now back to work
Successor to my work
Strong son of mine
Lay me to rest
I succeeded as a man
I failed as a father
Don't make my mistake
Be better than I ever was
Something LostWhen I was younger
With dark black hair
Fresh new skin
Baby teeth still intact
And a flawless porcelain teacup
Ready to be filled
I was free.
The sun would peek into my room
like a bashful child
My eyes were wide awake
Ready for a new day.
Outside was where
My spirit was
Tiny toes and short legs
Tickled by dark green grass
That smelled of summer.
When I was hungry
My small hands
Plucked out the miniature mint leaves
That overtook the garden
So I wouldn’t have to leave my friends for lunch.
And the day went by
Disappearing before my eyes
Orange, red, yellow, a fire I couldn’t stop
Until it dulled to ashes
And darkness encased my world
Like a box slammed shut.
Those flickering sparks
Evading my greedy grasp
My eyes drooped like a willow tree
Tired from continuously pouring tea
Into my cup.
I was free,
But even birds are chained to the sky
And I flew back to my nest
After soaring high
Ready to replenish my kettle.
Now I lay in my bed
Hermit crabIn Oceans deep
I´m looking outside my cave,
the stone I live in,
to the far surface.
I wonder about thunderstorms passing by
and the sunlight playing with the waves.
I go back again, so nothing will ever hurt me here
where all sounds are deadend.
Where all painful screams fade unheard
just as joyful laughter...
But my stone,
that always was a secure, familiar cover
is starting to choke me.
Need to get out of here,
To go, to run. Where to go?
"Will you be my shelter?", I ask.
Without a sound
you embrace me
and make me feel
your silent promise,
to never let me go again.
With you I might now
will go to see whats near the surface.
I now want to see the lightning,
listen to the seagulls.
Because You are not my shelter.
But my home.
The Darkness In MeI've fallen too deep
Into my own misery
For I cannot see the light of hope
This slowly dying heart
Captured by my fears
What once was warm
Is now frozen within
Release me from my chains
For only you can see through me
This darkness taking over
Filling every bit in me
Turning me into something
I was never meant to be
It's rage I can't stop
This pain is feeding
The furious beast
I'll tear your world apart
All love turned into hate
As the sun sets down tonight
For you will never hurt me again
It's the darkness in me
Vomit and SinewI stopped knowing you when I found him.
You faded so far into the background I’ve nearly forgotten your face,
and now I wonder what you ever really meant to me.
You were once all that mattered.
All that gave me solace in a world of darkness I never understood back then..
And I was so certain of you.
So painfully certain you were the melody my soul was dying to play.
That song with its tender nuances, and delicate notes of pain.
Though your pain is so close to elegance I find it startlingly beautiful.
Like a swan slowly bleeding to death.
Where right from the beginning, he reminded me of a wolf.
Baring its teeth as its body decomposes.
Rotting while still alive.
Snarling with rage and hopelessness that has haunted me ever since..
While my memories of you manifest as something only quietly sad.
Distant and forgettable.
He prods at corners so dark I never knew they existed.
He drags demons and skeletons out of closets just to make love to them.
He entwines himself with images
Parenting for Sex AddictsThe half-day.
We are not those folks that need an occasion to try. And that’s what they call it, too. Trying. As if the very idea of it is taxing. It’s not taxing and we are not those people.
No. We do not go by some magical calendar. Schedules aren’t really our thing in general. That’d be too organized. Too stuffy. Too… I don’t know… too planned. And we’re not the type of people whom plan.
If we could—plan—our lives would be much different. I think. It’s hard to say because this is how we’ve always been.
Our very togetherness is a result of impulse. I’m almost certain that the amount of time it took us to decide to move in together was significantly shorter than the amount of time it took us to remember each other’s names. We might have had our first conversation moments after that first… what I mean to say is we didn’t plan. Because planning would have been much t
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