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Like the seasons. You come and go. Like the breeze. You soothe with a touch. Like the sun. You shine bright. Like the stars. You lead the way. Like a bee. You soon leave me. For another pretty flower.
How a stumble can't be a fall, How a smile can't be just that, How sudden you hit the wall, And you feel as small as a rat, I tripped and fell in line with you, And your dark eyes stared, We both...
Caution: Brutal Language Stand up Walk away As I say Thank you In my bitchiest tone Tears building Though yet to be seen Strut to the bathroom Stand in the farthest stall Want to...
#nightdwellers It was the night you ripped us apart You should've just cut out my heart For without you, there is no new start You see torment is my new art.
He was standing there. Waiting for the green man. The green man arrived. But his stride just never began. People pointed but he never did notice. His stare fixed straight down at the road.
Chapter 7. Sorry had the urge to continue. It's been a while but hopefully it's still okay to carry on with. Enjoy peoples. 'Fre-' Hunter slaps a hand to his forehead.
My mind is under your command. Waiting on your every demand. Im in a cage surrounding me. And now Im looking for the key. I saw the truth deep in your eyes. But that was buried beneath the lies.
#movement. A pile of clothes lay on the floor. Discarded and crumpled from the night before. Bodies entwined on soft white cotton. Another notch on her bedpost soon forgotten.
You haunt me daily like a friendly ghost, I don't know how to cope I try and try, remembering the reasons why I ought to have forgotten you by now I ought to have begotten you by now Now I know how...
I am. C. RA NG. SHI. No escape. Time is to. N. D E. N V. E E. R. Repeating pains. And reopening. S. C. heAled. R. S. So someday. I might not. (turn page). F. RECOVER. O.
A little note~ Not written from personal experience, just inspired by a poem read in English. Together, that's what you said. Always together. You lied.
It’s been 30 days since you sent me your ‘gift’; A flaccid, Hot-Air-Balloon of Broken Dreams and humiliation A stark reminder of your failings and of my pitiful demise at both our hands You...
She was my pixie at the foot of my bed She was the subject of every thought that ever entered my head She was my escape from the nothingness that was my life Now I'm back to the nothingness but my...
The crunching as I pass. Across the shattered glass. I ignore the pain. Beautiful in the past. Why didn't it last. All because of him. Now that it is shattered. No one thinks it mattered.
The tears were overwhelming, streaking my face with makeup, drowning me. The moment I stepped into that room I knew something was wrong. Don't leave me yet, I'm not that strong.
Cut me open, tear me apart. Crush my brain, destroy my heart. Take my body, use it, abuse it. I'm just an object to you and everybody knew it.
The countless promises brought to nothing through that one word, goodbye, the actual lightness of the weight of relationship thats actually light mundane, existence, and the remorse from ones...
I tell myself, This is all a dream. Try to choke back, Another scream. It seems I've died, And gone to hell, Into your trap I have fell. Twisted mind games, You play with me.
Wonder with me. and I'll take you so far. Along a desolate road. in a hate fuelled car. The road we'll be taking. Is as long as it is black. Once the pedal has been floored. There's no turning back.
I'm seeing things that are not there. I'm imagining you again, taking up space in my bed, causing my shallow breathing.
She felt trapped but safe, which may seem like an odd combination until you realise that she was sitting in a bubble.
Blue and green. Bruises and scars. Red and raw. Let it flow. Pain and stars. This world is fading. Silent and still. Their words hurt. Tears and hate. They made me do this. Dizzy and sick.
The girl in the bubble felt no fear- For she knew danger could come not near. Safe and sound in her bubble she sat. 'Till along one day came a boy named Matt. Matt pretended all kindness and care.
Spent the afternoon in A&E, after our loving cat snapped and turned on me. Feeling shocked and sad, can't understand or work out what made her mad.