Masks
"You are beautiful!" They said. "But can't you see my flaws?" I ask. "Can't you see these lines that form.
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"You are beautiful!" They said. "But can't you see my flaws?" I ask. "Can't you see these lines that form.
Can you not feel the birds Crying for mercy. Can you not hear the birds Wingless in flight. Can you not hear the screams of my soul As you're hands are placed in mine.
The hotel walls are shaking. The bathroom walls are wet. Inside the mind is crippling Let's turn around and not forget.
And you told me to push pins into my heart. Sometimes I weep for unbroken hearts. Do you dream. Do you fly. Please don't try to let go. Victim. Victimised. Malnourished emotions. Plethora.
I remember the old lady. She told me to sing. So I let out my heart and spread my wings. She said she can feel the poison Through my bones she said And out my mouth. My skin, my eyes, my nose.
You kissed my battle scars, You stroked it's healing flesh. You looked into my eyes and we just sort of meshed.
The air between our lungs. The space between our lips. The air. The rain pours below my eyelids. Eyelashes wet. Eyes red. This beat. The rain pulsates. Lifting. Up. Down. Rolling forwards.
I have bruises on my hands and grass stains on my cheeks. I have holes in the photographs. I'm so so weak.
"The mind is like a parachute. It works best when it is open.".
We are human But we are in humane We are selfish But we are sympathetic We are angels But we are also the devil We are nothing but everything We are powerful But corrupt We are spiritual But...
What will I do when I die. The rusty steel chipping at the skin of my crimes.
And suddenly the world became a happier place. A proper smile grew on my face. All because of you and you. You and you and you and you. You may see me with a frown.
I'm sitting on the edge of the back of your porch I forgotten if these are tears or the rain. There's a cigarettes by my side, I don't know how to lite it. But then there's you.
There are these spiral echoes. Hear them reverberate through mine boundaries. There is rain beneath my eyelids. These once numbing actions are now bittersweet memories. What is this pain.
Seeping out the impurities of life. Well, my life. Writhing in a suffocating disfiguration of features. All they want is for me to know that they are there. Waiting. Such clandestine. Such timidness.
We are irrelevant. We are irreplaceable. We are insignificant. We are what we have chosen to be..
When we are born We are fragile Innocent Lost Soft Broken And gasping for comprehension.
Sometimes we brush things off like they are nothing. But what we hold inside after that moment is so great. If all it is is just a few tears or the uncontrollable.
Sometimes there is a dark place that we find ourselves in. I wish I remembered how I got here..
I want someone to kiss my hand. Someone purer..
She grips glass like she grips her freedom. It's slipping through her Past her Away It's too late..