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MirrorIt helps when you cover up with makeup,
because you feel your too ugly not to.
To help when you think something is stuck in your teeth,
because mom's cooking always seems to.
To help when you're taking a picture of yourself,
because no pictures should come out blurry and ugly.
And yet it doesn't help me see who I am.
It doesn't help if I look into that mirror,
To check and see if I'm still awake,
If I'm still alive.
Or am I daydreaming again?
Lying in my own world of nothingness.
Where nothing has to make sense,
Thus there must be nothing.
This thing that I throw down at the ground,
Shattering it to pieces,
Because it showed a cracked reflection,
It wasn't like the time that I didn't look in the mirror,
While taking a picture.
The picture came out blurry and unclear.
But it was as if I weren't doing anything wrong,
To make anything bad happen.
And yet for some reason,
It is whenever I look in a mirror that I get a glimpse of who I really must be,
and realize that the ima
and I feel my heart crumble,
with every breath
it just breaks.
I'm so desperate
I'd like to run away.
Vanishing never looked so,
I miss you.
how perfect we were together,
how people would tell me,
how much in love we looked.
And now we are just breaking.
It's not just me, it's both of us.
if you fall, I fall,
and if I fall, you fall too.
it makes me feel like if
we were meant to be together
and I never wished so bad we didn't.
You are miles away
and it never mattered to me
I am far away from you, I know.
But I never thought I could be so
far away from your heart.
Now all I have left are the pieces
of this heart
and I know it's not my heart,
because you took mine,
and I'm pretty sure it's broken too.
I'll fix yours if you fix mine,
just give us one more chance...
because this heart I'm holding
it's worth fixing...
Your heart is worth feeling.
there's no pain in the rainThe Rain is what connects us to the sky,
Not a symbol for grief,
It purify all your fears and worries,
So the next time you're sad
And it's raining,
Don't mistake it for pain,
Walk out into the street,
Lift your arms out wide,
And let it rinse you away.
Come my way....
Come and wash my pain away.
Soft and light....
With you around I have no fright.
With every touch you cool my skin.
Cool and clear....
It is you that I hold dear.
girl with the almost blond hair and the deep gray eyes that only sparkle blue in July. It's December and it's cold and close to everything sucks. I guess that makes sense because December and depression both start with the letter D, and they're both pretty damn annoying.
But girl, if I keep rambling on about it all I'm going to cause things to down slide just a little more and January will take a little longer to get here.
Anyway, it's December and you're freezing inside your own skin because mother dearest promised a new home, and a new room, and a place to rest your head. Well, I'm guessing she didn't know that everything in your world is "almost" or "close" or "soon". Next week, always means six months and tomorrow always means next week. Sometimes you want mother dearest to get the hell away from the damn herbs and start picking up on her kids' habits. December wouldn't be so cold on your heart if there was so
Please Love MeOh Daddy
Why don't you love me
I do what I can
I try my best
But you just yell at my work
And you put down the rest
I try not to cry
I try not to scream
I never want to see
me own tears stream
I'm a lot like you
Up to my crazy hair
I love you with all my heart
But do you even care
You yell and I sigh
Cos I never want you to see me cry
It wells in my throat
My sobs of anger and fear
Sometimes I wish you never met Mama
Cos then I wouldn't be here
Everytime I screw up
I feel so ashamed
I let you know I love you
Why won't you do the same
My heart just cracked and shattered
When you call me dumb
Whenever you put down my jokes
I just feel so numb
I wish I knew what goes on
Up inside your mind
Is there anything good about me
That I could hope to find
You don't seem to see me the way I see you
You don't seem to love me the way I do you
I everything in my power
Just to make you proud
But when you say I'm stupid
I become lost in the crowd
I'd do anything for your love
To know that your care
Save MeMy heart is bleeding
The pain of my loss
My hands are covered
In the blood from my heart
I feel empty
I feel like crying
I feel like the world
Has betrayed me
And I want to tear it apart
I can't look anyone in the eye
I can't breath
I'm falling to pieces
I ThoughtI thought I was okay.
I thought I was getting better.
I thought I was happy.
I thought things were content.
I thought things were changing.
I thought things were different.
I thought this feeling went away.
I thought this emotion was gone for good.
I thought this pain disappeared.
I thought I was right,
But the truth is...
I thought wrong.
A Week Of KissesA Week Of Kisses
The first day I told you I loved you,
I imagined kissing your shoulder,
Well before I thought about your lips.
Because I don’t know what I am doing, firstly,
But more importantly,
It’s because I know things can spiral quickly,
If things start shifting
After we lay down the concrete.
So I kiss the foundation,
Before we reach the soil.
The second day I told you I loved you,
I imagined kissing your elbow,
Because it holds together the touch
And the flex.
To exhibit it,
I must kiss the joint that bends
And combines us together.
The third day I told you I loved you,
I lay my lips to your temples,
As I learned about the temple of reform,
For the Youth in North America.
Kissing you there signifying I will protect you,
As well as your temple,
As we re-form, into something more.
The fourth day I told you I loved you,
I’d kiss you softly on your forehead.
Because that’s what holds your brillian
Stranger LoveI am not the sunlit wing-print
splayed out on the bedroom wall.
I am not the dark mass forming
in a corner of an airless hall.
I am not the viscous vengeance
where you sink your spinning wheels.
I am not the leaky bucket
hung up on your wishing well.
You are not my soul mate missing
wandering a winter's night.
You are not the sound of angels
singing by a candle's light.
You are not the rasp of fingers
fumbling with a hasp of steel.
You are not the tattered towel
soaking up the things I feel.
I am the oblivious child,
dancing where the wildflowers are.
You are my unwitting captive
lighting up a jelly jar.
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