Sticks and Stones may Break my bones..
But I'll tell you this.
I'm sweet as sugar
hard as Ice
Hurt me once
I'll kill you twice.
Roses are Red
Violets are Blue...
I watched as you bled
Your the one who broke my hear in two.
One,Two... Shame on you
Three,Four... I locked that door
Five,Six... You hit the bricks
Seven,Eight... You can't run out that gate
Nine,Ten... You're dead again.
Ring around your neck
a pocket full of knifes
We all burn now.
The past is a funny thing, the way it comes back unexpected.
Reminding you of who you lost, what you lost, and all you've protected.
I spent the last couple of years throwing it all away, in hope that it would bring a better day.
Old love, old faces, new love, new places.
Hateful foes and friends that never made it to the end.
It all comes together, but who knew such things would only cause me to get hurt.
Today I am a happy girl, yet I still live in this hateful world.
The pain is still present in my torn heart.
It comes back every now and then just to tear me apart.
The feeling burns on the very inside.
This is when the good and the bad finally collide.
Sittin by the side a the road
The young lovers!
Drunk with scorn
Giggling and laughing
Don't let them fuck!
I pray they don't breed!
The human race!
It's already a mess!
Hurt without cease
Won't you please
Heal if you can
But don't let them fuck
Don't let them breed
That they say they're in love
Is a damn disgrace
I don't mean to judge
I'm just trying to face
The death of a world
And the whole Human Race
Whatever I do just don't seem enough
I cannot really tell just what they want
Sittin by the side a the road
The young lovers !
Drunk with scorn
Giggling and laughing
With your words that made me fly somehow.
But hidden within ur innerself its always been your sweetest lie.
Talking bout your dreams devouring me like ashes twisted and slowly disappearing.
The truth acts like a spirited-away. Letting it fly back to its inside.
There's this always inside of you. Something hidden and somethng blocked. Stopping you from outpouring what's inside.
Mind and heart was in despair. They were always contrary but hearing all! With your honesty, i know there is all the droppin of everythng. All numb but eyes were all blown. I cant stop it.
But all a could say. Everythng was fragile.
Revenge has always been part of the human soul. not in its anatomy form or any interior or exterior aspects.
But functioning with its own parts.
Its the anger! Where it all starts. Jealousy and hurt were the main stream and always end to suffering.
Thats all for love. We'd all be needing for us to feel even.
Just a pinch of happiness just to get fair for someone that we love but did somethng wrong within us breaking us. Attacking every tiny vessels which in the end, Turning us into an evil creature.
It was a buss - telling me it was that simple thing. Not to make it more bigger. But lets end this up.
Still it hurts,... Still. Its another woman. Such senstivity arising.
I Am The New Age Villain. No Masked Maccasurer, I Carry My Blades On The Inside.
More Terrifying Than Any Clown, Or Ghost Faced Monster With A Butcher Knife. I Am The Teenage Girl With Daddy Issues.
I Will Swallow Your Sons Whole. I Will Pull Them Under The Covers Until All They Can See Is Black And Blue. I Will Carve My Name Above Their Still Beating Heart, And Turn Them Ugly. I Am Their First And Last Love, Wrapped Up In Old Christmas Bows That My Mother Could Never Bring Herself To Get Rid Of.
With A Tongue Piercing And A Bad Tattoo Of A Rose On My Ankle, I've Got Problems With My Identity, Seems To Me I've Lost It On The Assembly Line Of You What You're Supposed To See On MTV , I've Never Been Given Anything To Really Stand For.
So This Means I Fall In Love Easily.
I Fall Into Bed Easily, Between Layers Of Needing To Be Needed, And A Bottomless Appetite For Hands Across My Flesh. Bruises Make It That More Much Worth The While, Because Hours Later The Marks Will Still Be There To Remind Me Of Just How Badly You Never Wanted To Let Me Go.
He Places His Palm To My Chest, Mine To His, Says "Baby We're Making Love." But How Do You Make Love When You Hate Yourself?
I Have Learned The Hard Way That Your Mother Doesn't Want You To Bring Girls Like Me To Christmas Dinners. I've Felt My Stomach Curl Up Around My Insides, Chewing Me Apart, From The Inside Out, I Am Empty.
So I Beg Them To Fill Me.
Pour Promise Between My Sheets, And Breathe Into Me. I Am Broken.
I Know You're All Afraid Of Me, And Thats Why You Hate Me. I've Seen The Sneer Across Your Lips, Spark Starving And Growling. You Want To See Me Fail. You Probably Don't Know How Often I Cry Myself To Sleep At Night. I Was Bred, Not Built, I Am Human Too. But So Much Less Real Than You, Because This Hollowness Is Like A New Anesthetic.
But Like Every Good Comic, The Villain Was Not Always The Villain. Some Sick And Twisted Past Has Ripped Him Apart At The Seams, Left Him Begging Desperate, Lonely And Fragile, Chasing Down The Kind Of Sweet Revenge That Rots Your Teeth.
I Wasn't Always This Way. I Was Delivered Into The Mouth Of Temptation, And Damn Did The Bite Hurt.
Like Any Good Story, It Had A Begging Middle, And End, But Not Necessarily In That Order, Because My Beginning Was My Mothers End, And My Father's Story Seemed To Happen Without My Existence. Without My Permission
Because He Walked Out. Like Backlit Silhouette Of Shadows Against My Bedroom Walls, He Was Always Leaving In My Dreams.
He Met A Girl With A College Degree, Called Her 'Babydoll' And 'Lover', And She Gave Him The Gift Of Three Sons, Who Search For The Thread Of Meaning In Their Father's Speech When He Kisses The Tops Of Their Heads At Night.
He Made This Way. He Tore Our The Seems Of My Storybook And Left Me Screaming In My Sleep. This Lost And Angry Abandonment Couldn't Rest Any Longer, I Now How Streets To Chase Away And Hours To Destroy, And This Would Be The Time For Our Rib cages to Meet, In Hot Heat, And Spark Into Something Bigger Than Me,
So Yes, Call Me Your Villain.
Because Like A Villain, I Am Chasing A Revenge Deep Into Myself, Down Highways Called Veins, Where I Once Wrote The Word 'Happiness' In Blue Ink For An Older Me To Find Someday. I Am Waiting For A Redemption To Thread Its Fingers Into My Hair, And Tell Me I'm Literally Worth Fighting For. I Am Exhausted, Because I've Got Blooded Knuckles, And Broken Battle Hymns.
The Only Hero I'm Fighting Is Myself.
I know you've been through so much
and ache so deep inside.
I can't begin to understand how
you are so strong.
You've been abused
you've had your heart broken
you've cried a trillion tears.
Through all of what you've been through
you still are so sweet towards all
even the ones who have hurt you.
I know that it will take time
for your wounds to heal
and maybe not all of them will.
But what I can do is always
be there for you
always be your shoulder to cry on
always be there to answer your
calls at 3 in the morning.
You are the love of my life
and I will not allow for another
person to hurt you in anyway
shape or form.
I will try to heal the
breaks that have been
created in your beautiful heart.
You're my soulmate.
I am forever amazed at how the world breathes with its oceans and its forests
and how you love with chocolate eyes
that have hurt themselves more times than count
and that harbor such love and dying guilt
and a secret laugh that I am allowed to see, and touch, and hold in my hand and in my heart.
it doesn't hurt because it mattered
it hurts because i was stupid
i blindfolded myself
and followed every choice you made
never once stopping to ask myself
if it was what i wanted
but then you left
and i didn't recognize
i kept following you
and your choices
until i was a different person
you were gone
and i was too
I honestly don't know what it means
To have someone gaze at you because they just want to
I don't know what it feels like
To have someone notice every detail about you
The phrases you love to use
How your smile starts small then grows wider
The curvature of you hips
The sounds and movements you make in your sleep
I don't know what it's like
To feel confident
To have someone backing you up
Someone to remind you who you are
Someone to remind you that you belong somewhere
All I know are these cuts on my legs
And the hurt in my heart
Because anything that's ever mattered to me
Two words, Good Morning
Can help to start a day
Two words, Thank You
Can make it all okay
Two words, Miss You
Can calm a lonely heart
Two words, I Know
Can give a fresh new start
Two words, I Care
Can heal the hurt inside
Two words, I'm Sorry
Can start a brand new life
Two words, Love You
Can make the world right