There once was a girl with Hepburn eyes
She was innocent, an angel in disguise
But the world knocked her down
And her eyes grew dull and sad
Permanent was the expression of a frown
She was slowly but surely falling from grace
There once was a girl with Hepburn eyes
Each day she lives, hoping for her demise
With her mind haunting her to no end
She learned to get through the day
Despite her sadness, she was a good friend
Despite her madness, she pretended to be okay
There once was a girl with Hepburn eyes
Everyone ignored her screams and her cries
She popped some medicine to **** the pain
She fought through the darkness and the rain
In the end she felt nothing but shame
Failing to live up to her name
There once was a girl with the Hepburn eyes
Sleep deprived, self loathing, she would realize
Trying to save her from herself
She killed the beast with a knife
Blood gushed out of her body, her one last breath
She died in a puddle of grief and strife
Mar 12, 2013
Mar 12, 2013 at 1:09 PM UTC
Smoke your ****
Inhale it well.
Take a deep breath.
Wake up in a prison cell.
You’re doing nothing with your life
Except sitting alone in your strife
Your insecurities eat you alive
Take the razor in your skin, and swan dive
I could waste my time and plot revenge.
An ode to my broken heart, I would avenge.
But you already wallow in self pity
While you sit on your bed all nice and pretty.
When I first liked you, I saw you as ten feet tall.
Now, I don’t even think of you at all.
Your face screams danger, your body screams deprive.
Your soul screams anger, your body is begging you to die.
Mar 12, 2013
Mar 12, 2013 at 1:07 PM UTC
I have to sing
When I want to cry
I have to bring others joy
When I want to die
I want to be free, but this is me
Fragile, coy, naive
Being smothered by my kin
This nightmare will never end
Being looked upon
And doted on
This isn’t me
I want to be free
So much for me to see
So much for me to know
But why can’t they let me be
Why can’t they let me go
They can only do this for so long
Before I finally escape and be long gone
You may wonder
You may think
Why does the caged bird sing
I sing because I know one day
I’ll be free
I will not let this cage
Get the best of me
Mar 12, 2013
Mar 12, 2013 at 1:05 PM UTC
Hi, my name is Autumn and I’m an addict
If you knew me, you’d know my life was tragic
Prescription drug abuse and two eating disorders
couldn’t get me down
The thought of my past, however,
is enough to make me frown
I look in the mirror, and I see my mother’s figure
The resemblance is so quaint, it makes me shiver
I look in the mirror, and I see her nose
I’ve gone through a lot, and in my face it shows
I was very young, not even eight years old
When my mother turned to alcohol and began to grow cold
She would always reprimand my father, calling him a ****
Just because he spent all of his time at work
Her boyfriends would come, and they would go
Mother cheated on them while they were babysitting me,
Little did they know
Her hands looked so delicate, but they dealt me much damage
Yet a sweet, polite young lady was something
I could always manage
The truth is, she was never truly emotionally attached to me
Her life was not at all like she wanted it to be
She blamed it on me, but you’d never hear her say it
Always calling me a pest, useless, a piece of ****
I never had a childhood,
I had to babysit mother like any good daughter would
so I’m like a callous disney princess
Hating the world, yet still sweet,
looking for a palace and a prince to meet
I can’t hate my mother, no matter how hard I try
She still has this power over me, this I can’t deny
I live with my grandmother now, from my father’s side
Karma got Mother, her unhappiness she tries to hide
Although our relationship has improved
The scars will never subside
Mar 12, 2013
Mar 12, 2013 at 1:05 PM UTC
I am your latest obsession.
Here you are again, holding me captive.
Just when I’m comfortable in my skin,
And feel like I’m finally starting to fit in.
You come back, taunting me with your presence
And here I am, already missing your absence.
It’s a Stockholm Syndrome relationship
Between you and I
My happiness is too far from reach
As you sit there, watching me with idle eyes
I’ve come to both love and hate you, really
Because I know we’ll never sever our iron ties
You’re like an anchor, weighing me down
All I can do is watch myself sink and drown
I am forever lost in you, apart of you
You’re a smotherer, I know you love me too
Mar 12, 2013
Mar 12, 2013 at 1:02 PM UTC