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The Purest LightRoll your eyes
Because She's there
Staring you down
Making certain you don't
Checking to see if you act friendly
Because it seems
If you don't follow her
She will murder you
With promises of hell
Because She says She's God's child
She says She's perfect
The verses on Her footsteps
Meant something good
And demonic power
That only those who
They are the Purest Light
The Darkest Evil
the artistwatercolor stains my
bleeding a diluted
spectrum of hope
I strain for inspiration
and impossible explanations
REDIn red marker
Love is scrolled across your wrist
Today you exclaim how you will do anything you can to
Today I stand atop the edge of a chair recalling your words...
You have nothing to loose
No one will miss you...
I pull my face through the noose, it scrapes my face and passes
Salty tears drench my scratches, replicating the pain I've felt my whole life
With the swift jab of my foot the chair falls
I only feel the tug at my throat for a quick moment, then
Just yesterday you carved
on my soul
Today you wrote love on your arms
Athazagoraphobiato see you again
is to walk through the pages of a history book
each word graced by the wonder of truth
I watch grimy fingers crease and turn the pages of time backward
revealing our story
I know it's hard to understand,
that somewhere my heart still pulses with the sweet venom of your love
never have I forgotten the secrets we hold
nor the secret meetings that we held
our tale as old as time
plays back in my skipping record of a mind
an endless song
one I will never forget
one I seem to have forgotten
Silent TearsMore painful are the silent tears
Than the desolate moans
Petty are the pained groans,
And they just seem more so when you're grown
But crying silently
Can often be
For no one comes to comfort me
When I'm alone in the dark and they cannot see
That I didn't get better-I just got better at hiding my sorrow
Better at acting like I don't dread each tomorrow
Can they really not tell how much I'm hurting?
Or are they afraid to admit
That it is most definitely NOT okay
My misery's well hidden but it hasn't gone away
I'll just fake a smile and die inside all the while
It seems sadness is here to stay
This Star Won't Go OutI am tired of being alone.
I am tired of boys like Dan,
Who make me doubt myself.
That's right. I'm putting a name to the identity.
You're no longer going to be able to hide and run.
And you can apologize a thousand times,
But you can never take back how bad you made me feel towards myself.
I am tired of boys like Jim,
Boys I can't shake. Boys I can't forget.
That's right. I'm admitting it.
I can't seem to make the lie I've been telling myself real.
I can't get over you.
But maybe that's because ther isn't anyone there to help me climb.
I am tired of boys like Mike,
Who wait and wait until Rapunzel's already left her tower.
That's right. I know how you feel.
I guessed after the games we've played.
And it's alright,
But I don't know how I feel. So I can't tell you.
I'm sorry to all of you,
Because I can't be as strong as you think am.
Because smoetimes I get so mad at the world,
I scream and cry and pull out my hair.
Because I hate my body,
But can neverdo a
Why My Teddy Covers His EyesMy teddy bears cover their eyes when there is silence in my room,
I hold hope; uniformed lights will arrive soon,
When I hear one set of footsteps, when I hear that terrifying sound,
I save some of my toys; I quickly turn them around,
They stare at my shadow dancing on the wall,
As the concept of love continues to fall,
I don't speak a word as the monster in my closet stands,
He forces down his pants then grabs my hands,
He reminds me this is a secret, however love,
Mum can't help, clouds cry as she stands above,
I love my father, because of him I be,
However if he loves me then why does he hurt me?
When lying in bed he places his mouth where I can't see,
Creating a feeling I like, a loss of true reality is the fee,
I reach for my teddy as I begin to cry,
I tell dad it hurts, he says to give it a try,
I cry but don't dare scream,
For if I do daddy will get mean,
Following a strange noise he leave with a kiss,
Leaving me with the result of an aging wish,
To lay in a different bed at nig
Why We Staythere are remains... spaces...
fragments of silks and laces in our eyes
deepenings, waves of foam and shadows
promises made, such as full-moon tides
our voices whisper...
echo beyond the walls of ancient Babylon
and thus we achieve, the clouds like gods;
warm lips blow kisses to breeze
our hands caresses suspended gardens
young branches entwined over the sea
while the dawn boats, arrive and depart
our feet refuse to leave this place
MARCH © RR
How hard I try
It's always there
A battle I can't win
It eats away
Makes you doubt
Your strongest beliefs
It keeps coming
It reminds you
Of every failure
Every lost battle
Every dead friend
There is no escape
Final EscapeI keep promising what I can't give.
I keep saying what I don't believe.
I keep pretending that I want to live.
I keep on trying but I'll never succeed.
Every night gets a little bit colder.
(Now that no one's by my side!)
And every day I get so much older.
Suicide-child abuse awarenessI hear them SHOUTING
I'm sat on the stairs
I want it to end
But know it won't
My mummy's crying
Daddy h i t her
My brothers drunk
And he hurt me with words
I run to the window
I know it's open
I close my eyes
And dive outside
My name is Hope
I am 5
Tonight I commited
One Slice.One slice,
Then I'll sleep.
Doesn't have to be deep.
I just need one slice.
I need the bitter sweet pain.
I need to see the crimson liquid,
Wash away all the shame.
I need one slice,
Just across my wrist.
I'm trying hard,
But it's hard to resist.
I did it
Now I'll go to sleep.
Hoping that tomorrow,
The cut will be deep.
Razor Blade KissesRazor blade kisses
from lips of fire,
sweet caresses through defenses,
searing marks of love into soft flesh.
I burn here,
in this sweet blissful insanity
I'm consumed wholly by your depravity.
in pure pleasure filled anguish,
I died tonight,
comfortably content in your arms,
I gave up my fight.
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