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Another ChanceShe's broken.
Betrayed more than once.
She's smart and pretty,
And locked away in a different world.
One where she feels safe,
Where her passions bloom,
And her demons can't haunt.
Unsure of where to turn.
She needs a guide,
A sturdy anchor,
A trustworthy friend.
I've messed up before,
Payed the consequences.
Could it be,
That this could turn into,
A second chance,
For the both of us?
Drink away your lifeDrown away your sorrows,
In liquids gold and red.
Don't entertain the worry,
That you might just end up dead.
Because everything's a catastrophe.
Nothing turns out right.
They're the perfect opportunities,
To indulge in the Devil's delight.
'Ignorance is bliss,' They say,
Intoxication hand in hand.
Trying to live a hazy life,
When in fact you can't even stand.
But have another glass my friend,
Take just one more shot.
Because you've become that person,
That society forgot.
SheShe's mean and always angry
She's heartless and bitchy too.
But more than anything else,
She's insecure and embarrassed.
She's nervous and often ashamed
She wants to control her actions
She wishes so much she could change.
She knows they shouldn't phase her,
The words that cut like knives.
She's tried to just ignore them,
But the truth, it stings like ice.
She's aware that she isn't perfect,
She knows she'll never be close.
She wants to accept who she's grown to be
Before more people dampen her hopes.
I see her every day in the mirror.
Most days I'd like to smash the glass.
Don't let me push you awayWhat made me think that I could have it?
What made me think I could fit in?
What made me think that I deserved it?
What made me think that I would belong?
How do I manage to do this?
Why do I even try?
How do I always mess things up?
Why can’t I just get it right?
Who in here would believe me,
If I said I’d made a new friend?
Who in here would believe me more,
If I manage to lose them in the end?
Some days it’s my emotions.
Some days it might be theirs.
Some days there are no misgivings.
Some days are to hard to bear.
Those times we laughed,
Those nights I’ve cried,
That time you held me close....
I wouldn’t trade them for the world,
So please, oh please....
...Don’t let me make you go.
How does this Heart work?How can my heart break,
If it wasn't ever whole?
How can my heart shine,
If it isn't made of gold?
How can my heart melt from something,
If it's made of stone and and ice?
How can my heart beat for you,
If all it does is cry?
Cry and bleed and pray for light,
From the desolation of my soul.
Tell me, how is it my heart can break,
If it was never truly whole?
Start OverIf you lost everything, where would you go?
Think of what you have,
Who you are,
Where you've been.
If it was all stolen from you, what would you do?
Open your eyes,
Wipe away the tears,
Look at the world anew.
Taking the first steps,
You're a child again,
Walking into a better you.
Breathing in the air,
But you yourself are pure.
Find your strength,
Pick the lock,
And go right through that door.
Maybe you'll run in to your old self.
Over there on the other side.
Tell them hello and then good-bye,
No longer are they worth your time.
Cause who you were, it just fell through,
You're in a better place.
Starting over, a brand new life
Trust me, it's been worth the wait.
Me and You and what Love might be.If love was a color,
Would I find it in your eyes?
If love was a lyric,
Would I read it off your lips?
If love was like rain,
Would yours soak in my skin?
If love was your name,
Would you share it with me?
If love is a home,
Could we build it together?
If love is a table,
Could it be set for two?
If love is a garden,
Could it's beauty be for us?
If love is a concept,
Could it be me and you?
Maybe, just maybe,
We can do this.
Some DaySome day I'm gonna find him.
Some day he will be mine
Some day he's goanna come my way,
And our fingers will intertwine.
I'm sure that he is out there.
I can't give up just yet.
I'll wait and wait and wait some more,
He'll come, so I wont fret.
Everyone around me,
Has found someone to love.
Kissing, hugging, holding hands?
Yes, all of the above.
But that's ok, I do not mind.
One day I'll get my due.
We'll find each other, me and him.
And we'll do all of those above, too.
Some day my Prince will come.
The Critical MonsterHave you ever judged a book by its cover?
Come on now, don't lie to me.
Don't lie to yourself either.
Where will lying get you?
You look at a person.
You look at their face,
Their tired smile,
Their weary eyes.
And what runs through your mind?
That first thought of yours,
It always makes you cringe.
Don't shake your head now,
You know it does.
That first spark that flits across your brain
It's your first impression, and it's so real.
A reflection of the grotesque quality,
That makes us all far too human to stand.
It's alright to admit, you know.
We've all judged our fair share of books.
Novels we will never read, and yet,
We all seem to have our two cents to pitch in.
We've all become world renowned critics,
Viewing our own lives through rose-tinged lenses.
Rattling out our 'constructive criticism,'
To empty rooms filled with deaf ears.
So come on and tell me, don't be shy.
Have you ever judged a book by it's cover?
Another YearAnother year has passed,
Another year will come.
Mistakes will follow,
And tears will fall.
Laughter will explode,
And smiles will be shared.
Pain will come,
But love will heal.
Scars will mark your skin,
But time will erase them.
Sadness will consume you,
But joy will overcome.
Another year has passed,
And another will come,
So forget those bad memories,
And just live on.
pathological liarsI spin, spin,
on ballet toes,
but my balance is impaired.
I stumble over my own grace
like god is trying to trip me up.
please give me an example
of something that makes me worthwhile.
tonight the roads are winding.
my head is lolling
as I battle myself to keep my eyes open,
and all I can think about is how
the radio stations play
the same goddamn songs
a hundred times in a row.
monotony always frustrates me.
maybe that’s why we didn’t last.
are all carbon copies.
my tattoos frightened you;
you claimed that anything so damaging
shouldn’t be so permanent.
i got them all removed last week.
my arms are bare of ink.
i cut my hair short, shorter than yours,
gave myself a black eye
just to pretend there was a story behind it.
you wouldn’t recognize me anymore,
and I’m so happy I could cry.
you changed your mind, changed your sheets,
changed the woman you loved
like flicking off a switch.
I changed the locks, changed my
lessons in rising abovemy spine cracks from where
you once snapped vertebrae; I
turned my back on you.
ThreeThree choices. Three options. Three paths.
Run. Hide. Cry.
Change. Remain. Pretend.
I waited. I forced. I acted.
You found someone. You'd never want me. You have no cl
Suicidal BreathsWith a decrease in energy,
Fatigue, sick-to-stomach and feelings of mortality,
She still survives,
Though she buries herself in broken lies.
She says she's fine,
She's just okay,
But deep down inside,
She's full of sorrowful pain.
She believes what she hears,
And avoids what she sees,
Feeling the sad, pity, indescribable beliefs.
She sits in a corner full of isolation and guilt,
Darkness and ache,
Counting the pills she spilled.
White and Blue,
Just one more.
Vision becoming blurry,
She's shaky and becoming worried.
Looking in a reflection,
Ribs soon distinguishable,
Bones and fright just popping out,
She screams inside and yells for help.
No one's around,
She can't hear a subtle sound.
She pleads to why she's on this earth,
Why her mother had to give birth.
She falls to the ground,
Blending into the darkness of the unspoken place,
She cries and cries,
Soon she'll be erased.
All. Just. Lies.Life isn't all just fun and games.
No one really tells you about the hidden things swept underneath the rug, now do they?
They don't tell you about lies, oh yes, the incredible, lovable lies.
Now who doesn't like a daily dosage of that?
I mean, all people really are these days are shells.
It's your choice to crack it open or not.
Do you really want to know what they carry on the inside?
Do you want to see for yourself,
The "perfection" that they so themselves told you about or lead you on about?
Or would you rather just bury yourself in your own shell and call it a wonderful life?
Isn't life all about taking chances,
Building up an AMAZING courage to get drowned all over again,
To get suffocated until your head bursts,
Or until your heart breaks?
Such a wonderful life,
Full of wonderful choices.
BelieveYou're not pathetic.
They're wrong, the people who told you no,
you can't do anything.
They said it wasn't possible,
But guess what?
You just have more opportunities to
PROVE THEM WRONG.
Never give up,
because THOSE PEOPLE, those people who have brought you down,
WANT to see that.
They want to see you fall and react to their stupidity.
But what you, yourself as a person, can do..
IS TELL THEM THAT
they were always wrong.
Moving OnWhy don't I want to leave, yet I do?
Is it because I won't see you?
Will I miss this okay place?
Or will I miss your smiling face?
Will I miss the people here?
Or is it you I hold so dear?
Will I miss the past behind?
Or is it you stuck in my mind?
Will I miss the sky so blue?
Or dear friend will I miss you?
If truth be told, you ruin yourself.The tears, they sting like acid as they pour out your eyes.
Tremors, like earthquakes, violently rack your frame.
Breathing comes in ragged gasps, as if choked by unseen hands.
Hands that you've created yourself in the murky depth you call your mind.
You suffocate yourself, with assumptions and accusations.
Everyone looking about, whispering to one another, judging.
Your heart rate races and you become skittish and weary of all.
Paranoia roots deep within your heart, piercing like spikes of gold and rust.
And alone, oh how alone you feel in the world you've woven around you.
No one knows your struggles, not even yourself in a clear fashion.
You crave the touch of another, consolation and affection and trust.
But trust, where is the trust? Away, everyone gets pushed away.
Pushed away, or do they run at the first chance they get?
Because in the mirror all that has ever looked back at you, a monster.
It's vicious some days, pathetic others, always ugly, always wounded.
It's the one you've
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