

No TitleI feel an emptiness. This emptiness that is bland, That is hallow, Above all should be null and void.No Title
The loneliness that suffocates. Strangles. The type that makes you less than you. No title to this suffocation. Depression maybe?
The sadness that bleeds from your aura. It radiates from your body like a disease, Spreading to others infecting them. There is no title for me. No title.
My mangled body twisting around. Clawing at your back and chest. Can you feel my pain? Can you feel it tearing you
Like it does me? &


WrongedI have wronged myself. I denied myself happiness, Pleasure.Wronged
I submitted to a man, Not just a man, A man that I loved.
I went against all things. I left behind my true being. I held back.
What I thought was love, Turned into false feelings. Being split in two,
Being unnatural.
I have wronged myself. Lost my smile, I lost who I was. All for love.
That love turned sour. That love turned gray. False.
Who am I now? I am not myself. I have wronged me. Denied me.


Every DayEvery day I die a little more...Every Day
I've heard that line in a movie or two, but I'd always thought of it as dramatic tripe... I don't, anymore. I can honestly say that, for the past month, I've been dying a little more with each rising of the sun. The heartache eats away at me from the inside, gnawing my heartstrings and making me begin to feel physically ill... and no matter how much I try to joke, or how I try to play it off, I just can't seem to let it go. The feelings are too fresh, the wounds too new, and the things around me merely rub sand in them, torturing me more and more...


Anger is VengeanceI sit down and think about everything that has happened. You abused me physically and mental, And I wonder, Why are you crawling back to me?Anger is Vengeance
Do you honestly think I will go back to that? Do you honestly think you were the best? You've always wanted an independent girl. Now you have one.
You question my motives. You ask why. Can you not see why I left you?
You hit me on the face when you were angry. I might have deserved it,
I don't know. You raised your hand at me when you had nothing.
You called me names. You tried to
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They'd be dumb is stupid.
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And you shall shed tears of scarlet
Here is a boy with paper skin, who longs to touch the girl of broken glass, she loves it when he wears his skin like that, In tatters
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To the well organized mind, death is simply the next big adventure.
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And you shall shed tears of scarlet
Here is a boy with paper skin, who longs to touch the girl of broken glass, she loves it when he wears his skin like that, In tatters
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To the well organized mind, death is simply the next big adventure.
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And you shall shed tears of scarlet
Here is a boy with paper skin, who longs to touch the girl of broken glass, she loves it when he wears his skin like that, In tatters
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« The man who trades freedom for security does not deserve nor will he ever receive either. » Benjamin Franklin
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