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Give up on me.These tears are wasted on lies and fake memories. Why you keep showing up in my life to bring more pain, I don't know. Leave me alone like you told me before.
I'm crossing this world with ashes in my throat and a small voice that just can't be heard. I'm sick of this illness you gave me.
Why don't you give up and stop building me up to break my walls again. The label said handle with care but you tore it up and threw it in your waste.
I was not meant to be a play toy and I was not meant to be your doll. Don't throw me around like a broken doll because I can't handle anymore pain you choose to thrust openly to me.
This isn't anythingThis world is not my home and I will never belong. I don't understand what's going on and I feel as if my brain is malfunctioning. If you want to kill me, strike me right now.
I'm searching for happiness but eventually I just feel forgotten again. When I was seen with tears falling down my face they thought I was dying. So why didn't you stop to check?
I'm sick of seeing your face and your smile and I never thought I would ever have a regret. But eventually you took away my safe haven my thoughts, and even my beliefs.
This is not a laughing matter. When this razor blade is so close to breaking my skin and taking away my dreams, the whole world will stop laughing at your fake stories.
WaitingIf you listen closely can you still hear my screams in your ear? I'm screaming with blood filled tears and heavy sorrows. You should know that you did this to me. You broke me in half and tore down my walls for your own sick humor.
Look me in the eyes and tell me what you see. I have horror struck visions and sobbed done cries. I'm crying for a do-over, for a re-run because I can feel regrets slowly making their way into my thoughts.
I'm waiting for death. This noose is wrapped around my neck and all I have to do is let go and pull. No one will dare save me because suicide is less painful as these scars you gave me.
Your lies are my lifeYou have silky black hair and crystal blue eyes. I told myself that you were nothing to me but our memories keep flooding back into my mind edging the skin.
I built a wall around myself and kept blocking my lively hood from the world. Every time I let someone in I find myself falling into the black abyss.
I used to have a heart but you stole it and mangled it until your tease was wasted so you threw me away along with your other flaws. Can you see the pained stature I hold onto?
My hands are shaking and my body is frail. I can feel my breath shortened by the pound of your angelic features. I'm lying when I say I don't love you because I miss your acid kisses and devil's touch.
You stabbed me in the back. You lies and you damned me to hell. I'm weak by your voice, by your life and i can't seem to give up. somebody reach your hand out to me and tell me why I'm still holding on to you.
Letters to threeDear Katey,
You are a lost girl with too many heart breaks in line. Some time along the lines you lost your mind and may never get it back. You used to smile and watch your love with curious, gray blue eys but now you're washed up along the shore with acid in your lungs. You're wondering what death is like and if hope is wasted on you.
You were born from despair and agony and your words filled with buring tears and poetic love. You wish this never happened and that the world you are living in was real. You're wishing on a shooting star and unborn luck.
Your mind is full of cotton candy clouds and rainbow memories. Life is full and ready for you and you're climbing the rope never knowing you'll fall again.
Suicide is not as painfulThese words are slipping off my lips like the lies that you slipped onto my tongue. This feeling is un-breathable, reminding me of your acid kiss you left. We were never us, we were always you and i split between a fiery wall that I chose to build around me.
You're left scars that the naked eye can't see and I'm wondering if any of that matters. i was told to take a chance but if I had known that all you would do is tangle my thoughts and ruin my hope I may have given up. I wish you'd never told me to leave.
I refuse to say the word I'm thinking. But I've imagined the idea of it and what the most painful form of it is. And I can't seem to understand how heaven would be with out love. Isn't love supposed to be easy?
Give me another chance to be your guardian angel. I'm always here and I watch lies dance off your lips. My mind says stop but my heart says go ahead; suicide can't be as painfu
Fairy landI'm crashing through weeds making my way to the tallest flower where the fairies dance and play. That is where I want to be. I'm fluttering my wings but they seem to have failed and there's nothing I can do. Tell me I'll be okay because eventually I may tumble forward into the black abyss.
My eyes are burning and my mind is racing with anticipation. My heart says to go and to take a chance because one day someone will see me rise above the others. Insanity is not a curse, it's what makes the world go round.
Take a clue darling, you are nothing to me anymore. I am who I am and that is a sweet fairy whose wings have been repaired. We don't belong in this world with each other so stop with the cursing and the broken hearts you've given me. If you haven't noticed I'm climbing higher and higher and you're not here.
PerfectYour strongly changed kind heart is fun to function with. I like to watch the different faces and masks you carry and put on one by one. This care free feeling you have is drowning my misery and emptying the lied filled stitches.
I believe you're the only being who can make me feel like nothings wrong and that tomorrow is another day of life. You know me and I know you but let's keep it a secret and continue on.
I've never had to depend on you once before but it seems when something goes wrong you're always there to calm me down and to lighten me up. You're a star from above with a painted on smirk and a sadness free soul.
You've finally given up on so many obstacles for yourself and now you're better. When I said your father was proud of you I meant it and I hope he sees what a fun boy you are.
When we were younger I'd thought you'd left me for good but you were watching on the sidelines waiting to see when the time wo
My empty cup.I have an empty cup that used to be full of untrusted paintings. You read to me so easily your lies and put on your smile. Tell me, what's the pleasure of giving someone so much pain?
Your bright blue eyes are all I miss, like frozen water waiting to be cracked. Too bad for you, they took over your soul and forced you to see what is not there.
No more truth or smiles from you and maybe it was meant to be that way.
Poetic PsychosisIn thirty seconds, the next shell would fall. Every night was the same, but every night Lorenzo experienced it as if it were the first time. His throat felt swollen; breathing was hard. He glanced around at the others; young men like him who had been shipped out in the name of honour and freedom. There was no honour in this, no freedom. Only death behind your eyelids, and a fear so gutting, that it carved out your innards and left you a hollow husk. Lorenzo tried to breathe, tried to assure himself that he was still whole, still made of flesh. They had lied when they told him he was ready.
Matteo ran towards him, arms out, rifle swinging uselessly at his side. He shouted for him to run, but Lorenzo remained motionless, unable to move as his friend’s warning was lost in the constant blare of gunfire. None of them were ready.
“The cycle is repeating. It is not safe.” The voice was soft and weak, yet it carried over the gunfire and battle cries without impediment.
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