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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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
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.
There Was a Young Girl Who Swallowed a LieThere was a young girl who swallowed a lie,I don't know why she swallowed a lie,Perhaps she'll die.There was a young girl who swallowed some cider,It squirmed and writhed and burned inside her,She swallowed the cider to drown the lie,I don't know why she swallowed the lie,Perhaps she'll die.There was a young girl who swallowed a word,Tears blurred, she swallowed that word,She swallowed the word to scare the cider,That squirmed and writhed and burned inside her,She swallowed the cider to drown the lie,I don't know why she swallowed a lie,Perhaps she'll die.There was a young girl who swallowed some fat,Imagine that, she swallowed the fat,She swallowed the fat to hurl the word,She swallowed the word to scare the cider,That squirmed and writhed and burned inside her,She swallowed the cider to drown the lie,I don't know why she swallowed the lie,Perhaps she'll die.There was a young girl who swallowed the fog,Her throat a bog, she swallowed the fog,She swallowed the
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
Out of Reckless DisrepairI am the offspring of over-sized denim jackets,of long strands of straight hair,of crimson-painted lips,of screaming vocals echoing from a small source,of too much alcohol and too little time.I am the offspring of hushed words in the darknessand the dizziness of constant travel,of dirty upturned penniesand the tar that gleams hot beneath the summer sun,of dandelions that are crushed underfoot,of the late night stillness where the loudest thoughts grow.I am the offspring of whirlwind emotions,adult tidal waves crashing against youth's shore.I am the offspring of the missing piece to the nearly finished puzzle,of the last sip of water as the sun beats down.The fading memory from a not too distant past,the last thought before the deep sleep of a long day-the child of the lost.
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
Bite Your Tongue Till It BleedsBite Your Tongue Till It Bleeds Speak now or forever hold your peace,Or is it piece?‘Cause if I hold this piece of my mind,To myself, there will be no peace,Only an explosion of the mental mineThat riddles mine.I’m no man, I’m a mime,Holding his hands over his mouth,Biting my tongue so these words have no way out,With my eyes half-lidded, the other half brimmin’,With tears near the bottom half of the rim,Ready to fall like rainwater races down a windowsill. Angry to the point where I wish I could control the skies,Rain down Hell and fury that has built up inside,And watch my furious vision destroy the night. But this is not me,This not how I am,Nor how I will ever be.It’s just that I’ve been holding my peaceFor such a long damn time.Now it just seems the only “peace” I’m holding,Are pieces of my mind.
pathological liarsI spin, spin,on ballet toes,but my balance is impaired.I stumble over my own gracelike god is trying to trip me up.please give me an exampleof something that makes me worthwhile.tonight the roads are winding.my head is lollingas I battle myself to keep my eyes open,and all I can think about is howthe radio stations playthe same goddamn songsa hundred times in a row.monotony always frustrates me.maybe that’s why we didn’t last.you crisp-collared,bright-eyed businessmenare all carbon copies.my tattoos frightened you;you claimed that anything so damagingshouldn’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 eyejust 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 lovedlike flicking off a switch.I changed the locks, changed my
iMy mother gives away kissesLike handfuls of halloween candyGiven to strangers in the hopeThey don't trick her later(they do)So now I don't know howTo keep my affectionsWithout giving myself awayLittle by little each timeIn the hopes I can pretendI'm not tricking them now(i don't)My father buys me thingsTo fill a voidHe helped createIt never seems to be filledSo he keeps stuffing itIn hopes both of usWill feel less guilty at the end of the day(he does)So now I don't know how to feel sadWithout wantAnd I take in selfishnessTo fill a void I let openIn hopes I feel less guilty at the end of the day(i don't)