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Mama's EyesShe said to her daughter,"Goodnight."And her little girlNo longer littleLooked up in her mama's eyes,And said,"Goodbye."And Mama thought nothing of it,Till her little girlNo longer littleNever looked up in her mama's eyesAgain.
ProblemsHatred, whether based onYour looksYour personalityYour smileYour tearsYour realityYour fantasiesYour happinessYour depressionYour honestyLiesFeelingsDreamsGoalsWishes..Hatred,Hatred is the problem.Not you.
A letter to my watchersSmiling through your pain,Till the wounds stop bleeding.Running through your cloudsOnce the sky stops raining.Never saying never,Going faster, stronger, betterEven when theRaindrops seem to fall down forever.Till the birds start to sing, andHappiness overwhelms you,And a smile takes over your faceNow and eternally.Surviving through the pain,Until the wounds stopped bleeding.It never seemed it would end,Crying, screaming, dying...Indeed it did, itDied away..Even when the raindrops would never end.
Stand Against SuicideI know the pain is perhaps unbearable,But darling, please put down the blade.Release your emotions through tears and smiles,Rather than dreading these days.Do it for the little girl, whose mother can’t be there,Or for the boy whose father drank too much.For the boy who can’t sit in elementary school,Because the bruises from Daddy hurt to touch.For the teenage girl lying face down in her bed,Thinking, why can’t it all be done?For the elderly man looking up at the stars,Counting the days one by one.Do it for the children who wonder, does it end?For the ones who feel left on their own.For the ones who think, maybe it wouldn’t be so hardIf I didn’t feel so left alone.And finally, do it for one other person,The person in front of these words.Because you’ll never know how it gets betterWhen focusing on pain and hurt.Live one more day, dear, for them and for you,And I swear to you, problems will fade.I know, for right now, it’s p
Lying is Bad (A message to myself)Hello darling.Have you ever held a needle to your wrist?Have you ever skipped a meal because you were hungry?Have you ever punched your stomach before falling asleep?Have you ever felt wrong, because you told someone you were okay? (After all, lying is bad.)Have you ever rocked back and forth without realizing, until someone else told you to stop?Have you ever slammed your head against your wall so you might forget your situation?Have you ever cried in a thunderstorm so no one would hear your cries for help?Have you ever worn long sleeves and said it was because you were chilly... then felt horrible? (After all, lying is bad.)Hello darling, I know you have.But remember, you're strong. You're worthy.You're more powerful than your sadness.You are incredible.You have been through more than you know,And fought through more than you know...And you've survived much more than you know.You are going to make it.You are going to push through this.You are going to
You Only Have So MuchHer fingers are dirty,Her hair tangled.She's a mess, some would say.But at least her heart is pure.His wrists covered in scars,His stomach roaring with hunger.He's damaged, some would say.But at least his love is whole.Her breathing is heavy,And her skin is pale.She's dying, some would say.But at least she knows how to live.At least a woman without a houseKnows how to make a home.Hand her a loaf of bread,And she won't devour it,Because she knows how to treasureThe beauty in life.At least a boy without a smileKnows how to hold on,Longer than someone who's never fallen,And never dared to learnHow to fly.At least a girl in the mobile chairKnows how to capture a moment,Because she can't quite be sureHow many moments really areRemaining.At least someone with so littleCan appreciateAnd knowSo much.Because when you have so much...You only have so little.
We Only Live To DieThis is what we live for—these whispers on our lipsThe drying bits of blood on our paper-cut fingertipsOpening the letters that we left our future selvesA bittersweet reminder of those storybooks on the shelvesThis is what we live for – this emotion in our soulsThe torture and the bittersweet moments of lost controlBiting cracked lips with the dirt beneath our nailsThese moments of imperfection as our trains of thought derailThis is what we live for – shutting doors and opening eyesSmiling for a moment, before the tears reveal our liesThis is what we live for, this reality, this life…This is what we live for,As we only liveTo die.
CutsShe wants to cut the world away...So she cuts her arm instead.
Mind, oh MindSmiley face, smiley face, can't you ever see?So much to be sad about, so much that could beGoing wrong for everyone, going wrong for you.Smiley face, smiley face, don't you feel it too?Sad face, sad face, can't you ever tell?So much could be going great, going oh so wellSad face, sad face, can't you ever see?Life is spend much better when your thinking thoughts of glee.Mind, oh mind, why can't you agree?Thinking everything at once is slowly killing me...
Good Enough... for YOU.As I sit here cradling the blade in my handsTreasuring the moments I wish that I hadI can't stop growing more lost and confusedI can't stop thinking... am I good enough for you?As I sit here, wrapping the rope around my neckNo one will understand a meaning so complexI simply can't stop thinking about it somehowThinking, am I good enough for you now?As I sit here, pulling the trigger on the gunI think, maybe I was never meant for "the one"...And ...Bamgoes the bullet.For when I think it through...I really won't ever be good enough for you.
I saw the tornado in your eyesSo you learnt to hide your hurricanes,You hushed your storms silent,And hid the seams in your bruised heart,You found cracks beneath your gentle smile.(G.L)-I saw the tornado in your eyes
starry eyed confessionsthese galaxieshave become toomuch for me,they’ve scorchedthe earth withinmy bones;they're slowlyforcing theirway through mywhispering lipsleaving the tasteof bile andbad decisionsin the backof my throat.stardust nolonger dances inmy eyes, insteadit corrodes thedelicate synapsesthat play and pausemy life like abroken cassette—i’m stuck betweenself destructingand makingconstellationsin my bed. I shot for the moonso that I couldget lost in comet tailsand blind passionbut instead I landed amongstthe cannibalisticvacuum of the fallenwhere I’ll slowly beeaten alive by my ownfailed dreams,left to dielike a supernovawinking out ofexistence.
.she saysdarling,you weren't madefor anything else(cutting this cord day by day)
.sadness isgathering on melike lintand i can'tbrush it off
.i wakequiet andblindblindblind,the darknessglowingoutside andin(he said dead was the best way that thing could ever have been anyway)
.wish i livedlike an animal,wish i cared aboutnothingbut fuckingand staying alive(wish this was a lie)
.she reckons sometimesi'm still nineteen,eat he says, more -i'm still sixteen,i fill the sink with hot,submerge my arms up tomy elbows to observe themchanging colour, turn -i'm stuck at five, i'm on thekitchen floor and burning,stuck at ten and running,with my feet all full of glass -i said they all have names, haveages, but were giftsfrom different fathers(the favourite lies between middle and ring)
.lifeflipped likea pillowonto thecold sideof death