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My 'Twin'No matter how long we go without seeing each other
We always seem to click back together like seatbelts
We are like twins.
I wish we were twins. We could live together. Spend every minute together.
Get boyfriends together.
Fight everything, our depression, together in front of each other.
It'd be easier to fight these demons inside us if we were closer.
Besides, we make each other happy. We have this amazing talent...
Somehow we end up making each other laugh for ten minutes straight.
We get each other. We know what each other is thinking without even speaking.
I love you so much.
I wish we had more time to see each other.
We shield each other from the darkness we face everyday.
Talk to each other, make the light flash in front of us.
Although the future is precarious, we'll venture through and make it.
Our souls will have unmatched powers against the demons.
We'll smite them back and banish them.
Life is going to be sweet like cinnamon.
Bright like the sun.
Deteoriate"If only we had-"
He crossed the line right then and there.
I had to block out what he was about to say.
I couldn't suffer through the pain.
It's hard to think about him.
Not when he think so low of me.
We were so close.
Now we're so far.
I'm a planet in one galaxy,
He's another light years away.
Stars and darkness dividing us.
I feel that it is fully my fault.
I did everything.
I always screw it up.
He's always right.
But never told me what to do.
Now he doesn't even talk to me.
And for that person, to even bring him up,
Killed me again.
I had to quickly end the conversation.
I walked away.
I couldn't process the pain.
It was too much.
Time progresses but this always stay.
"People come and go out of our lives for a reason"
That seems all but a fallacy at this point.
Losing him made me incomplete.
Once you're truly best friends with someone,
they become a part of you.
It's relatable to a broken heart.
Except, you can fix that.
This, seems unfix-able.
I Know You WillI've become exactly the thing I didn't want to be.
The thing I feared. The thing I hate.
It's consumed me, heart and soul.
Drowned in darkness, now I try to rise up and run away.
I'm unstable, insane and worst of all indecisive.
What happened? How did I slip this far?
I can never make the right decisions anymore.
I'm back in this jail cell in hell. Now I'm back,
back to carving the amount of days into the rugged black rock.
I'll find a way to escape, by any means.
Life feels like a joke. There seems to be no goal.
Everything is an illusion. It seems good, until you see its core.
I can never learn from my mistakes, if I keep making the same ones.
Jeeze the stability keeps slipping away further and further.
When I try to get a grip again, it just slips out like putty.
I used to know what was best for me.
Now I can't even figure out what's wrong.
Everyone tells me I'm not ready.
I feel like I'll never be.
All the light in my life..... it's gone.
All I see is darkness. I'm sucked i
The FlowerA rose.
Except she isn't exactly a rose.
Pretty like one, but not simple.
There's a lot of depth to every part of her.
She's smart and hard working. She's had people treat her like dirt.
But, she picks herself up every single time. This girl doesn't give up.
She's a warrior.
But the pen is her sword. She's amazing and talented.
She is going places in life.
Especially since she knows how to play her cards.
Don't mess with her unless you really want to make a fool of yourself.
Because, she will find a way to prove you wrong. She's determined.
She's... a warrior.
I suppose that you could compare her to a flower, though.
The outer and inner petals, could represent her depth.
Pretty to look at, but watch out.
This rose has thorns. Become her enemy and you will be pricked by them.
The red petals are the fire and determination in her heart.
To not give up, to keep going, to achieve her dreams.
So watch out for her, because, here she comes.
Faded Lines.The escape.
My escape is ending is what I should say.
Soon, I'll have to return to reality,
And repeat a routine I never planned on having to do again.
Same thing, but a new place.
That's just great!
Starting over again.
Cuz what I needed was a fresh start.
A fresh start is what I wanted.
... It was all forced upon me.
Nothing was my choice.
It seems like the things that aren't my choice are the worst.
The "morphine" type feeling that staying cooped up created is virtually gone.
I feel like I'm on a low.
Trapped on the ground.
A dead body in a crime scene.
All I visualize is not being on control of me.
Wonderful. That's what I like.
I like being helpless, always doing things I don't want to do.
It was never necessary.
Again, I lied.
I should really stop that...
Let's Reminisce About ThisThere's a secret that hasn't been told.
I've pretty much been dead for a while now.
What you see and know is a walking corpse.
Not like a zombie, because I function like a human.
I can eat and sleep and have emotions.
But, they all feel fake, unreal.
This an act of one huge long play, one where I'm the star.
But, the role isn't based on the real me.
It's some fake loser who barely gets by anymore.
Who feels dead inside.
Like the only thing alive in them is their heart and brain.
I miss the days when I was young and childish.
When I was free.
Free to do whatever I wanted, because I was blind.
Blind to what life was like. Everything went by in flashes.
Only blurs remain from my childhood.
But you know what? All I have are good memories.
The smell of spring, and the flowers, causes me to have an immense feeling of nostalgia.
It makes me feel oblivious to pain again. Puts a smile on my face, and that's when I feel 5,6,7 and 8 all over again.
I was always an outcast, but I didn't mind. That
Goodbye.You wanna know something funny?
You're in denial, you have been for a while now.
I don't see how you could be though.
With all the heartache I caused you.
With all the strife you had to go through.
You know I'm not into you.
It was all a lie.
Yes a LIE! That I told everyone.
At least, I knew.
You always come back, and so do I.
Thinking we could make it work this time.
But I know it won't, so do you.
So you should get out while you can!
I'm a heartbreaker.
This is what I do.
Don't let the black hole near my heart suck you in.
This isn't real.
This isn't even a fantasy.
It's a lie I told you. A lie you also told yourself.
This cycle won't end. I'll keep crushing you....
Over... and over.... and... over... again.
I'm trying to set you free,
Trying to get you to see the light.
I'll never love you, or even like you, I never have.
It's best we're not even friends, because that is also a dangerous gamble.
I might have to cut you off, for your own good, your own safety.
I don't want you to tak
Who You AreI see that part of you,
The part of you that you hope no one sees,
The part of you that makes you feel strange,
The part of you that you're not ready to face...
I see the dust on your shoulders,
You tried wiping it off,
But the residue is still there,
Sitting on you,
Making you question why you have these feelings,
They're natural and, no, you're not a bad person for them,
The fact of the matter is, you're NOT ready to realize it,
And that's okay,
One day you'll be ready and you'll realize it's not a big deal,
It doesn't define you,
It's like a small sliver of the big pie that you are,
So until then, keep up the facade,
Hide it behind the curtains,
Your friends aren't mature enough to handle it anyway,
They will be one day,
And if they aren't,
Then it is seriously time to get new ones,
People like that are ignorant because they want to be,
No judgement, they HAVE to learn one day...
Oh yeah, she's just a cover-up too,
Like a beard on a face or an animal's pelt,
No one would suspect a j
What Bad Change Feels Like, When A Liar Breaks YouOh yeah, I'm definitely different now
Different, from the person you knew,
You changed me, scarred me, made me miserable,
How dare you accuse me of being stupid or horrible,
When you don't even try to understand,
Understand the things going through my head,
Understand my emotions, my stress and my depression
You know what, you told me to leave you alone,
That we don't need to talk everyday,
Fine, we won't,
It's not like you care anyway,
I don't want you to,
See the thing is,
You were a dark thunderstorm,
Blocking the light in my life,
Making me feel like a loser in the dumps,
I felt more worthless than ever,
My point is, I don't need you
I DON'T WANT YOU,
I hope you're happy, because I am now,
I'm free, free from the terrible pain you caused me for these years,
I thought you were the one person I connected with,
But no, you changed also, you turned into a monstrosity,
A creature of darkness,
Who strangled me with your vicious tendrils of death,
You don't understand anymore,
YOU NEVER W
A message to the brokenYou drown yourself
in liquid sorrows,
letting the salty mess
burn your wounds,
and the sadness
to drip in your mouth,
consuming your words
and you say
you deserve the pain,
but I want to dry your face,
and whisper in your ear
how the clouds cry too,
while they hold such beauty,
and so do you.
Pretty metaphors are for pretty girlsI told you to stop
spewing pretty metaphors at me,
for with each elaborate comparison,
I feel a bit more
detached from this world
And maybe I don’t feel so strong at the moment,
but would you be
if you felt like the entire universe
was resting upon your shoulders,
and someone was just there saying:
But you’re stronger than the powerful beats
of a butterfly’s wings
And maybe I do need more confidence,
but would you exuberate it
when the part you hated most about yourself
were the freckles that have speckled your face for years,
and someone was just there muttering:
They’re not flaws,
but rather stars that form constellations
Yes, I can’t help but hate
all those unrealistic metaphors
you choose to pelt at me when I’m low,
yet the irony is,
I know that those beautiful words
are realistic in your eyes,
So I can’t hate you.
Stand Against SuicideI know the pain is perhaps unbearable,
But darling, please put down the blade.
Release your emotions through tears and smiles,
Rather than dreading these days.
Do it for the little girl, whose mother can’t be there,
Or for the boy whose father drank too much.
For the boy who can’t sit in elementary school,
Because the bruises from Daddy hurt to touch.
For the teenage girl lying face down in her bed,
Thinking, why can’t it all be done?
For the elderly man looking up at the stars,
Counting the days one by one.
Do it for the children who wonder, does it end?
For the ones who feel left on their own.
For the ones who think, maybe it wouldn’t be so hard
If I didn’t feel so left alone.
And finally, do it for one other person,
The person in front of these words.
Because you’ll never know how it gets better
When focusing on pain and hurt.
Live one more day, dear, for them and for you,
And I swear to you, problems will fade.
I know, for right now, it’s p
dark circlesi haven't slept well in 14 days
my eyes droop pretty colors
'50 shades of purple and grey,
they're bags and they're designer'
making jokes is how i cope
with chapped lips and constant chap-stick
it tastes like honey and mint
i laugh and say i'm addicted.
hooded lids and sleepy smiles
during lunch at subway
my friends ask if I'm okay
I say that I'm just tired.
but really when I see him with her
my heart sinks to the tiles
she's pretty and witty and sure as hell she can sing
and i'm just a loud bone-collector.
when I see her with him,
dancing and laughing and grinning,
the ring on her finger
laughs at my singularity.
for as much as i lie and as much as i try
my loneliness still creeps in,
because no matter how much they protest,
i'm still the lowly fifth-wheel.
walking behind them on sidewalks
that are wide, but built for four
smiles and laughs when they look back
but the frown creeps evermore.
pelvis peaks through paper-thin skin
and knuckles white and pale
my ribs are empty, my bo
Clear WristA clear wrist, barren of scars,
as opposed to skin sauntered in marks,
tells a trickier story than it's soiled and raw,
uncaring, unkempt counter part.
Bravery, I think it holds,
the strength to bare unimaginable loads
of pain and suffering through endless times,
and withstanding the agony of sleepless nights.
Some think it is fear, the reluctance to cut,
but I believe it opposite, it show courage and guts.
To bear your pain without a nick on your wrist,
is like a solider braving his terrain while being torn limb from limb.
Agonizing as it is, to hide your pain,
you do it so well, and no attention you'll gain.
At the end of the day, it's not cry for attention,
rather a cry for the victory that's silently mentioned.
Your scars are those not self inflicted,
and despite the gnawing intention,
to harm yourself and ease your pain,
the scars you earn are rightfully gained.
In a room of those who have jumped the gun,
and left traces of blood deep in their arms,
do not be tempted to do the sam
No RegretsNo regrets.
Nor will I ever have any.
Not about what transpired between us.
Because you finally learned.
Learned not to trust other so easily.
I"m glad you hate me now.
I'm glad you think I'm trash.
I'm glad you think I'm a horrible person.
At first, it was about me.
But then, I did everything I can. It was all for you.
You said you wanted to start anew.
But I knew there wasn't anything to start anew with.
All that there was, was ashes. Ashes and burnt things everywhere.
It was basically a wasteland, you were willing to deal with.
But I wasn't about to let that happen.
I did everything EVERYTHING I could, to make sure...
To make sure you wouldn't venture into it.
I made myself look like a horrible person, just so that...
You wouldn't get hurt.
Not anymore, you don't deserve that.
And karma will come back around and hit me.
But at least you'll be happier now.
It might take some time, and you're hurt now, but it'll be worth it, for you.
So I hope everything will be alright fo
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