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emily-mackenzie
emily-mackenzie
Canadian i'm ordinary and monotonous and sad
with your hateful eyes and your evil mind with sinning hands you took the time to make me feel useless to made me feel numb thumbs trace fingers fingers trace thumbs you outlined my jaw with your soft kept hand while you told me you wanted to feel like a man you never asked if you could if I said no we know you would you called me comely you called me kind you made me lose my ******* mind you made me ache I was an abductee you absolutely dehumanized me
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Nov 19, 2014
Nov 19, 2014 at 1:55 AM UTC
ravish
as you spoke those words a red vineyard began to bloom from my wrist you swore you weren't an alcohol man however you took the time to ensure my red vineyard grew strong. pruning and thinning my patience and trust using palissage to train me into believing my feeble mind would believe simple kind words said from my angel dressed in navy my viticulturist, my sweet you have taken the time to acquire a taste for me but in that you have ruined my taste for everyone else aspersion played a role I thought you'd never allow and in that you have turned my saccharine wine into bitter blood
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Jan 29, 2014
Jan 29, 2014 at 3:11 AM UTC
the red vineyard
not 26 nor 28 or even a Russian 33 will ever be enough to explain just how much I love you
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Oct 22, 2013
Oct 22, 2013 at 3:46 AM UTC
Linguistics
I love your curves play over and over in my small schoolgirl brain. everyone says i'm stupid to listen to the things you tell me because they are simply "what I want to hear" but these folks, these "friends", they only read the lyrics as opposed to listening to the song they see the words but hear no beat they read on the lines, not between them they see graffiti on a concrete wall, when those spray paint scribbles are truly art and sometimes it takes tilting your head to the left, standing on one foot, and closing your right eye to see the beauty of what you say and do when you see the art of the spray paint that is my soul, when you hear the sing-song of the way he calls me beautiful, when the words are truly believed to be true, and not hollow spikes of sound you understand
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Sep 10, 2013
Sep 10, 2013 at 3:42 AM UTC
the first boy to call me beautiful (unfinished)
I remember when you used to call I remember when you stopped I remember when I became funny I remember when you didn’t let it go I remember when you turned I remember when you told me to **** myself I remember when you laughed when I tried I absolutely believe in god because I’ve experienced the devil and he lies in every inch of you
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Aug 15, 2013
Aug 15, 2013 at 12:39 AM UTC
kt (revised)
happy is what happy does but I just don't know what happiness is anymore
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Jul 1, 2013
Jul 1, 2013 at 6:40 PM UTC
sad
I refuse to come second to someone so repellant and small and I refuse to be told I will never stand tall I refuse to let him push me around and I refuse to feed his smile with my poor, pathetic frowns I refuse for you to stand and think it's okay and I refuse for you to see me any other day I refuse this friendship and I refuse this home what I ever saw in you will become unknown but you don't refuse you pick and you choose so it shouldn't be news that I give up
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Jun 16, 2013
Jun 16, 2013 at 8:22 PM UTC
I refuse
I cannot got a day or so without thinking of the monster within she likes to come and play with me and thank me for my sins she thanks me for forgetting you and thanks me for my slashes she thanks me for keeping her alive with all my fatal crashes “thank you for cutting deep” she says “thank you for yelling, too your friends will not forgive you now it’ll just be me and you” yes her and I will always be together standing strong my quiet little demon who I always drag along she says she’s glad I’m feeling sick she’s glad I’m doing bad “this is good for you and I I’m only here when you’re sad” she tells the truth, I know it’s true this dark demon of mine her name is lady depression she’s around from time-to-time when I feel very low she shows up at my door with razor blades and hand grenades ready for much more she encourages me to stop eating yes, she’ll take my plate away she kindly holds and cleans my blades while I prepare my veins if I begin to feel alright if I begin to feel okay she becomes sick and sad and starts to fade away for little lady only stays when weak minds are unwell you need to feel big and strong to get her to dispel I know you like to live with me and love to give me flack but I need you to leave forever please do not come back
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Jun 16, 2013
Jun 16, 2013 at 1:36 AM UTC
little lady
i've always wondered is denial fun? do you not consider my feelings? do you think that I have none? placing the blame on others no responsibility for yourself you may feel high-powered but you stunt my health you stunt my growth of social skills you stunt my mouth of smiles you stunt my heart from growing strong when it's already so fragile your innocence is nothing to you but it's the world to everyone else my feelings will never be considered you will never care for my health so it's okay, I've come to learn that you are not for me I'll remember how you've made me feel I'll keep this feeling deep deep down inside my twisted mind deep down below my soul deep down to the bottom of my heart where you have left a hole a hole where love used to lie a hole that once was full a hole where you respected me and wouldn't let me go
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Jun 15, 2013
Jun 15, 2013 at 9:33 PM UTC
blame
don't be concerned that I'm cutting again be concerned that I can't feel the blade
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Jun 14, 2013
Jun 14, 2013 at 11:56 PM UTC
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