RelapseIt’s like countingSaturn’s rings,hash marksalong your limbs -remembering a timewhen‘just one more’made you feel better.- & you’re sitting therewondering whyDraco, stuck in limboalways looks like he’sfalling.
Does that make me Different?I wear make up. Does that make me fake?I cry. Does that make me emo?I have male friends. Does that make me slutty?I smile a lot. Does that make me weird?I laugh loud. Does that make me preppy?I have anxiety. Does that make me a freak?I have Bipolar Disorder. Does that make me abnormal?I respect people. I change for me, and only me. I have a past, but I know I have a future.Does that make me different?Maybe.But at least it makes meMe.
Sleeping Beautyshe’s in love with a character whonever existed but in the labyrinth of her head:a patchwork composition of beautiful, lengthy wordsshe’d heard in her catatonic state; coma livingday in and day out, reliant on the salvationof a man made of foreign wishingand imperfection and necessity – an ignorance of the less than ideal perception of self she’d come to fear, absention stained romantic to the pointwhere daydreams were a standard for survival(real living is for the purposeful of heart,he loves her in her sleep)
UneditedWe cry.We scream.We fight for our dream.We scream.We cry.We're just waiting to die.The same emotionswith a different drive.Sometimes dead, sometimes alive.The same in one way,different in anotherbrother and sister, sister and brother.So close in feeling,so different in the end.Falling apart, or finally on the mend?Which am I?Will I ever know?Fighting to stay or ready to go?Maybe I'm both,in some impossible way.Emotions oddly mixed everyday.Wouldn't surprise.I'm such a freak.Excuse me, I laugh, I should call it "unique"
WorthlessWorthless,the name that cuts like a knife,Me,it's all that you see inside,My heart,is breaking with every breath I takeThe lies,the only thing I can't seem to face.
Battle in my MindEat. Don't eat.Take it easy. Work out until you pass out.Get help.Tell someone. Keep it a secret. It's only for you and me.You're perfect. You're worthless.You're beautiful. You're disgusting.Why won't you listen? They don't understand.Let me help you. You don't understand.Show me. No!I love you..
In The DaylightIn The DaylightA false downfallAn unexpected revivalSunset to moonsetShining through darknessLife...redefinedDeath...redesignedIn the valley of promises- I will fear no endOn the brink of weakness- I will ascend-Roads of the toughestPaths of the darkestI conditioned my flawed limitsSo fearful memories won't be paralyticI had to raise my own spiritStrength and endurance become so vividA chance for change / A moment of fateA time to make peace / A brief feeling of creedA sealing of my slate / A silencing of my mistakesA secret ready to be freed / A chain soon-to-be incompletePain and peace are infiniteJudge the wrat
wallflower clippingsthere's scar tissue in her throat,swollen around the words she never said;dark rings around her eyeslike planets unremembered, anda staleness to her touch,the crystalline Dead Sea.she's living like a storythat's already been told"if no one loved youwould you mean anything at all?"in that moment, we forget to exist.
We are the King and Queen of Broken DreamsStanding still in a mine field, staring at all we have left.We were so young, we didn’t stop to think.Now we’re in a car crash, teetering on the brink.If you were to leave me now, I don’t know what I’d do. It was a whirl wind romance,A light when all was black, a spark of something when all was bleak.You swept me off my feet and made me feel brand new.I thought we could live forever and I’m certain you did to. We built a house without foundationsAnd now we’re falling down,Everything’s crumbling around us, time slipping through out fingertips.People used to walk past us but they were to drunk to see,That our lives are coming apart around us, there is no light as far as we can see. There was no fire to start with,Just two broken things, the world had left behind.The casualties of other people’s dreams of power, money and control,Spat out onto the curb to rot away and die.We never stood a chance or so
LonelyLonely.Unnoticed.People don't even lookwhen they walk by.Always ignored...Nobody even asks my ideas,my opinion.Nobody even knowswho I am.When people see me,they either ignore me,or ask a question:"Who are you?"But they don't even botherto listen to my response:"I'm Canada."Forgotton.Forgotton by everyone.Forgotton by my friends, my allies.Maybe one daySomeone will remember my name.Canada.
Her SideTomorrow she'll be gone,but what can you say?Nothing can help her.The pain won't go away.But she would've stopped,you could've said no.That's what she wanted,someone to say don't go.That someone wanted her,or at least would try.That someone would grieveif she were to die.But you just stared,nodding your head,and she realized the truthwith a feeling of dread.No one wanted her.No one cared.Not even you,with the the love you shared.So she said good-bye,and you watched her leave.She may have had the rope,but now you can't breathe.
Falling off the EdgeDo you know what it feels like?To nearly fall off the edge,but not quite...just so that you're dangling;clinging for your worthless lifelest it fall into the sea of loneliness. Your callused, pink fingers turningto a shade of purplish-red of painas it does it best to hold on.Splash.In the sea of loneliness,everything is crisp, translucent. There is nothing around you,you are alone...unlike other people,you have no one clamouring to save you;you have no onediving in to get you out.There is no pointscreaming for help,you will only wastethe little time and air you have left. You only have the darknessof the sea envelop
Honesty Written from the heart.No eraser.
PerfectEver had the feeling where you can't stop looking at a picture?Your gorgeous face makes me smileGo weak at the kneesMakes me giggle like a little girlThose morning textsAll day conversationsRandom silly things like thatMake me smileI see the led light flash the colours I've set for when I get a message from youMy heart fluttersMy cheeks flushI go deaf to the world when I'm reading a message from youIf your downI'm always there for youI know you don't want to worry meI know you want me to smileBut I'm always here for youNo matter how you feelI'd prefer to helpThan for you to be downYour gorgeous eyesAre mesmerisingYou
Our MasksThe masks we wear are perfectNever loose and rarely tightThey keep us safe from othersAnd keep our demons out of sightThey smile when we are brokenAnd laugh when we simply mustNo blemish or imperfectionA creation that will never rust.I seldom ever rememberWho I am without my maskThat to peel off that layerIs such a daunting taskAll others carry one as wellWherever they may goAnd no matter what is on their mindsOnly the molded mask will show.The lies they preach in publicOr the scars along their wristsAre left mute to others knowledgeIgnorance is such a splendid giftMy mask is oh so perfect Not a crack will showAlway
I can be your TEDDY BEARPeople say that Teddy bears don't hug back.But sometimes they've all you got.I can be your teddy bear and will always hug back.