lost-girlhs
a̘̫͈̭͌͛͌̇̇̍n͉̠̙͉̗̺̋̋̔ͧ̊d̥̝̮͙͈͂̐̇ͮ̏̔̀̚ͅ i̞̟̫̺ͭ̒ͭͣ d̥̝̮͙͈͂̐̇ͮ̏̔̀̚ͅo͎̜̓̇ͫ̉͊ͨ͊n͉̠̙͉̗̺̋̋̔ͧ̊'t̘̟̼̉̈́͐͋͌̊ w̠̘̗͖̮̥ͣ̽ͫ͂a̘̫͈̭͌͛͌̇̇̍n͉̠̙͉̗̺̋̋̔ͧ̊t̘̟̼̉̈́͐͋͌̊ t̘̟̼̉̈́͐͋͌̊h͚̖̜̍̃͐e̮̟͈̣̖̰̩̹͈̾ͨ̑͑ w̠̘̗͖̮̥ͣ̽ͫ͂o͎̜̓̇ͫ̉͊ͨ͊r̼̯̤̈ͭ̃ͨ̆l͕͖͉̭̰ͬ̍ͤ͆̊ͨd̥̝̮͙͈͂̐̇ͮ̏̔̀̚ͅ t̘̟̼̉̈́͐͋͌̊o͎̜̓̇ͫ̉͊ͨ͊ s̪̭̱̼̼̉̈́ͪ͋̽̚e̮̟͈̣̖̰̩̹͈̾ͨ̑͑e̮̟͈̣̖̰̩̹͈̾ͨ̑͑ m̘͈̺̪͓ͩ͂̾ͪ̀̋e̮̟͈̣̖̰̩̹͈̾ͨ̑͑ c͔ͣͦ́́͂ͅa̘̫͈̭͌͛͌̇̇̍u̟͎̲͕̼̳͉̲ͮͫͭ̋ͭ͛ͣ̈s̪̭̱̼̼̉̈́ͪ͋̽̚e̮̟͈̣̖̰̩̹͈̾ͨ̑͑ / / i̞̟̫̺ͭ̒ͭͣ d̥̝̮͙͈͂̐̇ͮ̏̔̀̚ͅo͎̜̓̇ͫ̉͊ͨ͊n͉̠̙͉̗̺̋̋̔ͧ̊'t̘̟̼̉̈́͐͋͌̊ t̘̟̼̉̈́͐͋͌̊h͚̖̜̍̃͐i̞̟̫̺ͭ̒ͭͣn͉̠̙͉̗̺̋̋̔ͧ̊k̲̱̠̞̖ͧ̔͊̇̽̿̑ͯͅ t̘̟̼̉̈́͐͋͌̊h͚̖̜̍̃͐a̘̫͈̭͌͛͌̇̇̍t̘̟̼̉̈́͐͋͌̊ t̘̟̼̉̈́͐͋͌̊h͚̖̜̍̃͐e̮̟͈̣̖̰̩̹͈̾ͨ̑͑y͉̝͖̻̯ͮ̒̂ͮ͋ͫͨ'd̥̝̮͙͈͂̐̇ͮ̏̔̀̚ͅ u̟͎̲͕̼̳͉̲ͮͫͭ̋ͭ͛ͣ̈n͉̠̙͉̗̺̋̋̔ͧ̊d̥̝̮͙͈͂̐̇ͮ̏̔̀̚ͅe̮̟͈̣̖̰̩̹͈̾ͨ̑͑r̼̯̤̈ͭ̃ͨ̆s̪̭̱̼̼̉̈́ͪ͋̽̚t̘̟̼̉̈́͐͋͌̊a̘̫͈̭͌͛͌̇̇̍n͉̠̙͉̗̺̋̋̔ͧ̊d̥̝̮͙͈͂̐̇ͮ̏̔̀̚ͅ...
My mother always tells me--
"Sweetie make sure you're not out too late, you wouldn't want to get *****
You never know what will happen when you're walking the streets alone, always carry your phone.
Honey, never dress too provocatively you never know which eyes will see.
So please, cover up. Are you sure you don't want to wear the fleece?
There are sick people in this world
always be aware, you can't trust anyone anymore.
Never leave the house late and alone
You might not come home.
Always pick up the phone.
Honey, I want you to come home."
(a.d)
Oct 9, 2014
Oct 9, 2014 at 10:16 PM UTC
I'm sorry I can't be more metaphorical and compare you to a summers day. I just don't write that way.
( a.d)
Oct 8, 2014
Oct 8, 2014 at 5:25 PM UTC
Happy
Happy
Happy
H a p p y
Maybe if I say it enough times
Or if I crack enough smiles
I might start believing it
And stop spitting out so many lies.
(a.d)
Oct 8, 2014
Oct 8, 2014 at 4:13 PM UTC
I'm alive but I'm not living
I'm walking around as if I am in a trance
I think I even forgot how to dance.
I am going through the motions
But I can never catch a chance --
A chance
to slow down and pause for a second
or maybe two
maybe then I would be able to see
what is really true.
(a.d)
Oct 6, 2014
Oct 6, 2014 at 10:49 PM UTC
Do you think it's bad that i don't want my scars to heal?
that I want them to stay as a reminder of the years
that I tortuted myself with the blade of self harm
never forgiving myself and constantly doing harm
(a.d)
Oct 5, 2014
Oct 5, 2014 at 6:07 PM UTC
The most beautiful words
Come from the most ****** up minds
So tortured and sorrowful that you begin to wonder where the enemy lies
Is it inside
Or somewhere beyond?
Can it be stopped from causing so much harm?
(a.d)
Oct 5, 2014
Oct 5, 2014 at 4:49 PM UTC
Be grateful for the darkness
that conceals your tears,
breaks your heart,
and brings forth your fears.
(a.d)
Oct 5, 2014
Oct 5, 2014 at 4:37 PM UTC
If you could read my mind, you'd be in tears
You'd see all my flaws and all my fears.
The deeper you go
The darker it gets
You'd see how twisted my mind really gets and all of the coffins
that I had once layed to rest
You'd know my suffering
and all of my regrets.
You would know the truth and how deep my mind gets.
(a.d)
Oct 5, 2014
Oct 5, 2014 at 3:41 PM UTC
If I could write a love letter to the dead
I would write a letter
to our star crossed love that came when we were young
and seemed as if it would last forever.
That made us feel as if we were infinite
As if we can live forever, together and alive in each others love.
That's not possible anymore.
Now all I have left are my love letters to the dead.
〰(a.d)
Oct 5, 2014
Oct 5, 2014 at 12:54 AM UTC
Nothing lasts forever
I shouldn't have been naive
I'll always remember the times we had together.
Sometimes I wonder if it was worth the fall
Cause I landed and I landed hard.
I doubt things will ever be the same
And I only have myself to blame.
Will time stitch things back together?
Or will we stay scarred
and broken forever?
(a.d)
Oct 1, 2014
Oct 1, 2014 at 7:47 PM UTC