Levitate
"Levitate" Can't stop I need some help. F*ck you, I'm by myself Is it a truth or lie. It's what you can't deny.
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"Levitate" Can't stop I need some help. F*ck you, I'm by myself Is it a truth or lie. It's what you can't deny.
Painful in my soul. My heart threatens my brain. I'm lost and unknown. I can't find my home. You tore me to shreds. Left me in the dust. So I could just lay there. For the rest of my life. And die.
Was I never enough. Did I not give more love. Are you another sentimentally bored lonely housewife with chores. Another fatal night out scorned. Cease the night - out of sight.
She sold herself a pound at a time - we're talking flesh here. It was funny back when she still laughed, now its just funny how things turned out.
Close your eyes and count to two. Fly off the handle, is what your gonna do. Lately things aren't the way they seem but to you, at least, it's just a dream. You need to get a grip, Revolvermouth.
I have a selection. Of tiny packets. Bottles. That rattle. Trinkets. Coated in colours. Sugars. Hiding bitter flavours. Maybe. A different combination. Will cure. The evils. Make me normal.
they don't know that i come home and literally TEAR apart my bedroom when i'm mad. the posters off my walls, the sheets off my bed, my homework.
~This poem is about addiction; what it does to the mind, and what it does to the people at the receiving end of the addict's ways.
She needs to open her eyes I feel bad, feeding her lies She's just so innocent I can't ruin it. My past is there for me, Like a back up following me.
Couldn't help but notice the cry for help for needle clad arms giving Him your charms.
When the day starts turnin' Into night it's confusing When you say you've got to go.
It's always been about heartache, And heartbreak, So the wall went up, And stays up. Sometimes it slips And you let me in For a peek.
I stared at my reflection and loved what stared back. Perfect blonde hair, long and straight. Blue eyes, sparkly and fun, full Pink lips, high cheek bones and of course the perfect figure.
Yeah here we go for the hundredth time Hand grenade pins in every line Throw 'em up and let something shine Going out of my fucking mind Filthy mouth, no excuse Find a new place to hang this...
There once were 2 16 year olds, one called Susan and one called Dave. Friday night was there 5th date. Dave wasn't himself.
"relapse" they declare. you shrug. the word means nothing to you. you've heard it so many times that you've forgotten the difference between relapse and that other state of being...what is it.
I stand in the heaving room; bodies bump and push me around as if I'm a discarded rag doll.
Your skin must stroke along the grain, your eyes must always agree. Your curves must be straightened, your voice must warm the frozen. Your legs must keep a secret, your fingers must remember.
I've lost all I've loved. You think you have nothing, when you just want pain. There's this sick twisted want that when you look into my eyes, you somehow see the dying me on the inside.
"Here i am again, head full of hectic, once again so easily i forget this, my face has eroded from the tears over all these years , feel my presence in my entrance, hallow to all surroundings, and...
I Am back to that same place to that cell I once escape. I can't turn the clock back, am trap.. I keep commiting the same crimes..
I swore I Would walked away, move on to a much better place, I swore I would never pick up a damn drink again, but I'm back in the same joint, sitting at the same barstool with a half empty glass,...