"Chilling"
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Category: Writing and Poetry
Why, does it hurt to hear your voice again and not be the one your talking to Why, does it hurt to see you again but not be able to go near you Why, does it hurt to not have you in my arms after what you did Why, does it pain me to see you sad Why, after all of what you did to me do i still want you to be happy, after all of the pain you’ve caused i want to hold you again, after all the trouble i ... » Continue Reading
Category: Writing and Poetry
Purple lights shine in my room as i dream of you, the memory of what we had fades into a dark corner of my mind Purple lights shine from my room as I hold the hoodie you’ve given to me only days before my heart break Purple lights shine from my room as I remember the sent of you as I remember what I once had but how it all fel » Continue Reading
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Category: Writing and Poetry
Lines on the sheet of paper as we write confessing our love. Lines on the music you play while I talk to you Lines being crossed how could you do this to me. Lines on our wrists how damaged have we become. Lines on my arm as they take me away. Lines written in crayon as I write in my room. Lines I read from friends wishing me well. Lines scattered on my arms scar as I leave. Lines from you as you... » Continue Reading
Category: Writing and Poetry
You were a bad decision so why do I crave you, crave to see what makes you tick, crave to see what makes you cry, makes you happy, makes you angry. But I can't go near you for you are poisonous like a toxin in the air for if I touch you or breathe in your direction for too long I may perish. But I promise to watch you from afar. never to close but close enough to see you smile that would make me ... » Continue Reading
Category: Writing and Poetry
Its just a haircut she screams as I let tears fall off my face. Its just a haircut I say as I look into the mirror taking the scissors to my head. Like a bolder coming off my shoulders I cry but these tears are happy, happy for the new me that was born. Its fluffy and soft a new me bur what will she think that's all that screams in my head new tears fall sad ones. I walk out in front of her and s... » Continue Reading
Category: Writing and Poetry
5.. Screaming I can hear screaming as I cry into my blanket will it go away or will I forever be dreaming of a new way of life. 10..Door slams as I leave my room glass on the floor I start to clean up because there is nothing else to do. 15..Crying in my room again, will the pain ever collapse or am I destined for this life a cycle of pain and tears. The tears why do they fall "crybaby" they call... » Continue Reading
Category: Writing and Poetry
God someone who watches over us or so we say, but why say that. Maybe so the world looks brighter, so our darkest days can have meaning. But there is no God is there or there is and he cares to little about us. For I pray and pray to be taken away to a brighter world where people can't hurt me, or hate the true me. And maybe there is a God and he likes seeing me in pain for everyone looks so much ... » Continue Reading
Category: Writing and Poetry
My chest bound and dead while it pains to breath freely but I pain to be changed into what I wish as I look up at the stars. Oh to be a star no brain to tell it to be something more as it changes from day to day. A s the star burns in the sky would it be able to breath if it wasn't happy. Would it be able to live with its mother crying from the change, or its father screaming to be ONE thing, its ... » Continue Reading
Category: Writing and Poetry
My skin, burns with the hope it could Change, colors in the forest as the chameleon blends into its Surroundings, looks around the room like i'm a Monster, wings and horns growing from my Body, caged in it with no feeling just Pain, my ribs stabbing into my organs like Knives, sliding off my wrists showing my Blood, dripping down the drain like its Water, falls off my window as I Sleep, foreve... » Continue Reading
Category: Writing and Poetry
Doomed is Me, For the love I feel is slowly peeling peeling away the skin on my bones. And oh lord knows he knows. Doomed is Me. The love I feel for you how its like fire ants deep in the ruins of my body, lungs, boiling my blood, but oh how I love you, I scream on the top of my lungs as the bell rung and rung. The words are running off my tongue. But.. Doomed is Me. Because you'll » Continue Reading
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