

Quick Sandtaste the bitterness of my tears so much anger that has been released as sadness, the supply of tears will never end. emptiness rots inside me my nerves are unable to detect pain anymore no longer exists a line between happiness and hurt. deep red blood pumping through my veins, keeping alive and providing pain to be shed a constant pulse...does make me a human? worthy of care and love? i don't feel fulfilled life is suppose to be precious, full of memories which last for eternity i have high moments, and then i sink i'm stuck in quick sand, and noQuick Sand


-Contrasting Thoughts-Forced to be alone Loneliness eating away at my sanity Sitting here crying-Contrasting Thoughts-
Get me out of here I'm chained to the wall, The guards won't let me go I want to be free- for my own good.
There is no desire left inside me. No want to get out. I seem to be surviving by myself, However i am breaking down inside. But i am strong enough to look past this I'm scared to be free Happiness is now something i avoid, Paranoia gets the best of me.
Either way i am unhappy and alone Even with the chance to taste freedom-i still feel alone. There


-Disease Destroying-Routine activities drive my mind insane Bordem eating away at each nerve Breathing becomes a life sentence. With every passing day this disease becomes worse, Ripping at my flesh- and once through the surface- destroying the insides. This plague is not satisfied, The insides are dead and bloodless. It was to late to even feed off of- my body-forgotten and good for nothing Lying on the floor rotting, Only the stench to remind others how untolerable and unworthy my life was.-Disease Destroying-


-To Be Continued-My life seems empty- full of holes It's lifeline astrays a wanted direction Goals seem so far and difficult to reach. So many obstacles have been faced, Many ending in disaster or disspointment. Part of me is missing- a piece totally incomplete The most important part of me has been forgotten, However toyed with but left as trash. My dreams have been abandoned, My hopes have been crushed. Little pieces remain- however too small and unrecognizable, Too incredibly hard to put back together. This pile of trash builds the insecure and angry person i am today, Forced by-To Be Continued-


Gaurdian AngelClear blue eyes Lifeless and empty See what the world missesGaurdian Angel
The open wounds of a torn heart Picked and prodded at Flushed with salt water And left to scar
The burning tears Flowing freely down pale cheeks Scorching the skin Left to puddle
Shimmering cold hands Try to save What the world dismisses
A broken soul So obviously lost Left to stand vulnerable In an uncaring cruel world
A shattered body Ripped into pieces Left for the scavengers To tear at and destroy
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You Have No IdeaHow do you get off thinking you know me? That my life is something you know all about? And how is it you think you know my mind, my heart, or my body? When did I become your lab rat that you know everything about? Dammit, don’t try to fucking tell me what’s going on inside of me. Don’t say I seem because of how I act at school. The only person I seem to be is me...you just don’t look close enough. I learned long ago to hide myself from everyone and to hide my emotions from those who don’t care while still showing the world who I truly am. Do you have my house bugged? AYou Have No Idea


beautifully tragicthe death that creeps upon you entices you the bittersweet rage that rocks you within the explosion of hate there is calm you push your wounds to reveal that little extra blood and press on the bruises to make them a little bolder you enjoy the intensity of pain and harness the emotional strainsbeautifully tragic
i try and remember what the good is in living to help make it that much better being overdramatic to the point in which i believe my lies and i keep running that knife across my finger to make sure im alive
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my latest song: [link]
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When everything means nothingh and nothing means all
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since my poetry is scarce and my journals are poopy lol
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