It's a beautiful thing
When he begins to sing
He can have my heart
He can have anything
It's a beautiful thing
When he begins to sing
He can hold my heart
He can have all of me

And  it hurt
Hurt so bad

And I caved
Caved again

And I know
I'll never make it

I wish you'd stop whining

I really don't like that

And honestly no one cares

Don't you get it?

You're done for

And no one will save you

I really don't mind to hear you scream

It's funny

You're hilarious

To think that we actually cared

We're murderers

It's all we know

So say goodbye

So say anything

Go ahead and cry

No one will rescue you

So say goodnight

To the rest of your life

Miss America
Tumblr Girls
Cheerleaders
Barbie Dolls

When we're young
These are what we see
Girls with makeup
And nice bodies

From the shows we watch
To the toys we play with
From the books we read
To the pictures we're shown

We're superficial for good reason
It's all we've ever known
Blonde hair, big *****
Tiny waists, long legs

Constantly in competition
We compare ourselves to everyone
Who's outfit is prettier?
Who's skin looks better?

Size 2, small shoes
Tan skin, long lashes
Always expected to be perfect
Too ******* ourselves because we're never enough

We were programmed to be materialistic
Never really had a choice
Any other way, we're called ugly
Not as good as the pretty ones

Miss America
Tumblr Girls
Cheerleaders
Barbie Dolls

We're always supposed to Look Like Them

I may be a simple emotion
Or a mix of all
You may interpret only one
Or sense them all
But either way it goes
I'm an open book

Sweet, Lovely Sin
You feel so good
Too satisfying

Oh, what do i do?
Let go?
Of the only thing i know?

You're too tempting
Too real
Too much of me

You're too much of my character
You're the fabric of myself
All that I have ever attempted

You're my life
You're safe
You're home

So should i just leave?
Commit to light?
Over the comforting darkness?

It's too much to handle
So I'll stay
I'll change another day

I trip
Bleed
Stumble
Then I fall

But it doesn't bother me at all
Upon my own name, I shall call
You think it's evil?
I'm just another kind of fanatic

It's ridiculous
Despicable me?
A little blood lust, maybe
Don't be so predictable

Deranged?
Please
I'm only slightly insane
I'm still wondering why you came

There it is!
I hear the voices again!
They're screaming at me!
They don't wanna leave

Guess they're staying
And so am I
Oh, sweet child, don't you cry!
You're ugly with tears!

Can you believe it?
The demons chose me
Permanently
It's wonderful really

Why are you running?
Do you think this is funny
It is, isn't it?
The sound of your sobs really cracks me up!

Twisted humor?
Please.
You're practically in a drunken stupor
Laughing, or are you dying?

I'm not sure anymore
But I see bodies all over the floor
Man, what happened last night?
Too bad I don't remember

See, you gotta know me
You can't just learn me!
Thought you'd been prepared?
Haha! Look what happened

You're trapped now
Never gonna get back there
Just stop screaming!
It's useless

Because I'm Satan, and I'm Ruthless

Home is the smooth of your skin

Home is the scent of your clothes

Home is the beat of your heart

Home is the feeling of your arms

Home is the look in your eyes

Home is the way you speak my name

Home is the warm feeling of your breath

Home is the taste of your lips

Home is you and everything involved

I've been in a rut.


I don't like this.


I've lost self respect.


I can't recover.


I've broken my own heart.


Will it ever end?

"Today's a painful reminder
Of why it can only get brighter.."

*******!!

For all the poems I ever ******* wrote you!

For all the letters I ever ******* gave you!

For all the "I love you's" I ever ******* told you!

For all the kisses I ever ******* got from you!

For all the "Together forever's" I ever ******* expected from you!

For all the trust I ever ******* had in you!

For all the time I ever ******* wasted on you!

For all the tears I ever ******* shed over you!

For all the nights I ever ******* stayed up for you!

For all the times I ever ******* cared about you!

For all the "I'm sorry's" I ever ******* told you!

For all the secrets I ever ******* shared with you!

For all the love I ever ******* had for you!

*******!!

I'll burn down my yesterday
Drown in the ashes

I'll cut my past to pieces
Choke on the shreds

I'll choose to love my today
And be devoted to my tomorrow

If you follow me
I will always follow back

Your hair
Your body
Your smile
Your eyes

The way you wink
The way you laugh
The way you slide on your knees, looking more like a 10 year old
The way you push me around, purposely hindering what I'm doing

Your crazy jokes
Your funny faces
Your corny gestures
Your wonderful commitment

You.

I miss the way
You said my name
I miss they way
You'd comfort me

I miss the way
You'd brush my hair
I miss the way
You'd protect me

I miss the way
You used to be
I miss having
My Father

i am
the lion
under your bed

i am
the noise
waking the dead

i am
the boy
banging his head

i am
the trust
reduced to only rust

i am
the struggle
of going completely under

i am
the life
that broke in the night

i am
the monster
in your open closet

i am
the woman
screaming ****** ******

i am
the lie
that infected everything

i am
the secret
you hide from yourself

i am
the demons
swimming through your mind

i am
the honesty
that you left far behind

i am
the dust
on your recorded thoughts

i am
the allegiance
left trampled in the dirt

i am
the power
given to your pain and hurt

i am
the sadness
that defines your person

i am
the reality
that numbed your heart

******* it!
I'm not your muse.
Or inspiration.

I'm just me
There's nothing else I can be..

Can't you see?
I'm cracked, broken, shattered..
Permanently damaged..

I'll never be what you need..
That's to everyone.
About everything.

Because this me
Will never be worthy..

"People change everyday
Wounds heal
But scars still remain in the same place"*
-Eminem

I look down
Down at those scars
Trophies, I call them
They are signs that I survived
I survived what caused them
I don't need anymore
I am satisfied with what I have
They remind me that
Nothing is worth my suffering
I keep them secret
On my thighs they hide
My quiet little Trophies

Ugly and disappointing colors are what they're revealing
It's a challenge not to fall victim to the deceptive deceiving
This world in which all are tirelessly scheming

Corrupt messages intended to disillusion our modes of sensory
The laws of this dishonesty are rarely discriminant
The unlimited reach of the effects are constantly consistent
Putting current views and outlooks in legitimate jeopardy

Originality is one thing they've made a hobby of stealing
Dark, ***** secrets require intelligent attempts at concealing
This society in which all are tirelessly scheming

Naivity is an automatic assumption of all that is innocent
You can witness their successes expending minimal energy
The fraud is hazardous; failure is certainly imminent
One would desire that outcome sooner than later, as it leaves recipients feeling elderly
With any form of luck, more will come to share this sentiment

Endless efforts put toward developing façades generally appealing
Aiming to have candor and valor on the knees, kneeling
This reality in which all are tirelessly scheming

Sturdy quilts to shield clarity are woven most expertly
Time being tested passed slowly- increment by minute increment
Blueprints to fool the majority will be, expectedly, intricate
What was the original reality has been altered into a distant, doubted memory

Any and all accomplished legitimitacy sends them all reeling
There's always a "crisis" with which we should be dealing
*Our universe in which all are tirelessly scheming

I'm just a writer
Someone who molds letters
I don't fight in battles
Words are my sword

I'm just a writer
"Not really anything special"
Most ignore the talent
They're too busy with the scoreboard

I'm just a writer
Blending in with the crowd
To try and soak in emotion
Just to scribble it all down

I'm just a writer
I don't lift heavy things
It's not like speaking out for lost hearts
Is considered heavy lifting

I'm just a writer
No one to be noticed easily
Invisible to the naked eye
Because the world has lost appreciation

I'm just a writer
I won't be picked first
I'm not on the winning team
You'll see me on the bench

I'm just a writer
One who knows how to awaken
A deadened sense inside of people
One with the most open mind

I'm just a writer
One who is in the back
Reveling in inner beauty
Though I appear quite dull

But when you read the words
The expressions of heartbreaking and healing things
You'll begin to wonder
What have you been missing

When you look at me
And see a lot of nothing
You'll notice the signs and ask yourself
Am I really just a writer?

I am the phantom
That walks through the halls
Of your sad, empty mind.

I am the spirit
That reminds you, endlessly,
Of the reality you left behind.

I am the ghost*
That keeps you awake and afraid
Of facing another pitiful day.