You'll never read this.I've made up my minddecidedthatI wanted to becoveredin the ashand glassthat was scatteredacross your cemetarywhen the devil cameand smoked a cigaretteover your tomband I watchedwithred glovesred clothesblack heartblack soulit was like silkyourtranslucent skinshiningin the moonlightbecause I chose the perfect timefor youto smileand I knewthat you werelying through your teethevery day that youpretended as if you knewwhat your purpose wasso here I standwithred glovesred clothesblack heartblack souland I leftwatching as the cigarette asheswere sucked up by agiggling windthat thought it was funnythis loveit wasn't funnyit wasn't a jokelike you thought it wasand I'll keep this scene playing in my headwhile you'll keep laughing withyour friendsand not noticingmeover herealonewithpale handspale clothespale heartblue soul.
Playing tricksI can no longer expresswhat my thoughts seem to feelI can no longer saywhat words I no longer graspMy mind seems to run awayto somewhere I can't seeMy mind seems to fleewhen my thoughts come nearSomething is stuck in my mindbut I don't know of what kindSomething is stuck inside methat others can no longer seeIt has been there around so longbut it has left me for another songDark feelings of a different kindFeelings I can no longer findSomething is slipping away in my headbut I don't know what thoughts I just hadMy mind hides something away from meMy mind, is playing tricks with me
SeclusionSeclusion Sometimes you need seclusion to reclaim your mind.Blacken your vision and close your eyes,Plug your ears from the outside,As you fall back, back inside of “I.”And not “we,” “he,” “she,” but me.Sometimes to find myself, I must lose everyone else.
There I StoodI remembered the way she smelledjust as well as I can feelthe way her skinwould flow over minewhenever we touched.She hated her home.It was a living hell.Her mother had died long ago,and her father was out of control.Bringing home with himonly the stench of booze,when he came home, that is.He would beat her regularly,the old bastard.He did itonly because she was so similarto her mother,both so beautiful.I had given her my old pocket watch.I was fond of that watch,with its silent ticking that was never silent,as long as you knewwhat to listen for.She seemed like she loved it more than I.She cared for it.Maybe because it was from me,she wore it around her neck every day,on a mismatching copper-toned chain,but she didn't care.She had promised meshe would love itand treasure itfor as long as she lived.But then her father came home one daydrunker than ever before, this time.And he took her by force.Raped her.They say she must have been barely aliveafter
You said hello as you walked away.You knocked on my door, when I had already left the apartment.You whispered "I want you back", once I had gone deaf.You called me constantly, when my number was not in service.You said you had my back, when all I could see was yours.© Rocio Belinda Mendez
Slip wordsThe words you almost sayThe one you want, mean to sayThey catch in your throatAnd reflect in your eyesThe friends with the best earsThe ones that can seeThey can hear them for youYour slip wordsAnd answer
'':)''""Is what you sent meWhen I poured out my heart to you""Was how you repliedTo a paragraph I spent weeks on"Never mind"I sent back hours later"That wasn't for you"Because I realized,It really wasn'tIt was for the personI made you out to be
FiniteThere's onlyten daysbeforetwo secondsof suicideplus a nooseand a glassof milkthat was leftfor Santabut he didn't comebecause only coalcomesto a killerApple coreslitter the floorbecausethere's a girlwho doesn't knowhow to stopeatingbecauseit numbsthe painthat shehides behindA two-headed creaturebecauseone mindis alwaysgoing togo insaneand behungso there has to bean extrato make up fora newfound blemishon the faceof someonehell-benton beautyeven if it makes themugly insideA song on repeatasking"God, is this allthere is?"© TheRealDeidara29
I Spent All My HappinessI spent all my happinessAll those years of savingAre now uselessAs I lookAt this heart shaped piggy bankWith nothing inside.I had changed venuesTried to hideAll my happiness in youThinking maybe you wouldn't noticeThe few coinsI stored in your smileOr the bills hidden in each hugAnd the fortunes in each kiss.I spent all my happinessThousand by thousandFor each small butterflyI felt tingle in my beingTill I finally went bankrupt.I spent all my happinessEvery single dropHas been given unto youAnd I knowEvery investment in youIs completely worth itAs long asI can still glimpse your smile.
You're never gonna love me, so what's the use? What's the point in playing a game you're gonna lose? What's the point in saying you love me like a friend? What's the point in saying it's never gonna end?
-Marina and The Diamonds
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