If the Devil had a friend,
Who would it be?
Would it be you or
would it be me?
You played with a top,
but you left it there spinning.
My mother's darkest hour
became my beginning.
You abused her, ***** her,
and used for game.
Now because of you
I'm the embodiment of shame.
A man has a job
to do what is right
but you'd rather crush souls
and play as you'd like.
So I ask again, If the Devil had a friend,
who would it be?
Would it be you?
Because I refuse for it to be me.
There's a thin line between right and wrong,
And now Nineteen years have gone.
I've cried and been angry
but it all left me empty.
A child can not pay
for the sins of the father
so I refuse to feel shame
for what you did to my mother.
If the Devil had a friend.
Who would it be?
Would it be you?
Or would it be me?
Oct 14, 2015
Oct 14, 2015 at 9:31 PM UTC
shhhhhh
don't wake my mum with your noise
I've told you before about this
about your racket
I mean there's more to life than just you
so get up and go
we have work to do
no no no
don't start start with the pity parties
no time for it then and no time for it now!
go go go
you selfish child
your nearly 18 so
it's about time
you washed the dishes
and mowed the lawn
and payed the bills
and cleaned the house
and cooked the meals
and do the laundry
and your homework too!
and when your done
you pathetic little thing don't forget
your hair is a mess
your face isn't clean
your weight is out of hand
your friends all hate you
your teachers care too much
your dog ate your homework
and your still not well after all
so stop being selfish and help me!
Nov 19, 2014
Nov 19, 2014 at 8:30 PM UTC
I feel like triangles i cant seem to make sense
i feel like a ball thats had its insides torn to shreds
i remember me being important when i thought that i wasnt
but now that im not i seem to notice
the dresses i wear hit my ankles hit my toes
I hate how i look
even when i wear my cloths
i thought i was smart
someone to ask help of
i thought i was worthy of your love
the more i type
the less i know
i dont make sense anymore
i dont have strenght anymore
i dont have the hope i hade before
i feel
absoluty
pointless
Apr 22, 2013
Apr 22, 2013 at 1:52 PM UTC
I can remember
but I also forget
maybe I know you
but I don't think we've met
at least not in a formal setting
cause you see
I read hearts
and I've read yours
that's probally not something you've heard before
I remember meeting you
cause your heart said hello
but I sometimes forget that I'm
someone you don't know
but here I am
your "God sent angel"
but I'm human like you
I just know somehow
you need me
so here I am
I'm ready to start
"Pardon me but why are you crying?"
Apr 10, 2013
Apr 10, 2013 at 10:25 PM UTC
Don't you see them?
I do.
Every day they walk around
they smile
they pretend they're happy.
And we believe them
we beleive that crap
that a boy cant cry
its not good to yell
getting mad is bad
well I dont believe it
I've seen them
I've been them
Just another dead shell walking
just another day
just another
just
us
Apr 10, 2013
Apr 10, 2013 at 11:47 AM UTC
I was sitting in a stream
Watching dragonflies, when I decided
I hated my lives
Both of them
Every single moment
I was sitting in the shade
Crying to myself, when I knew
I had only one thing left
He’s all I had
And so I died
I was suspended in water
But not alone, when I was dying
Now that life has gone
The pain was gone
I rose out of the water
I was sitting in a tree
Absolutely terrified, as I remembered
Back to before I died
So scared
So alone
I was sitting in that tree
Singing, when I realized
I wasn’t hurting
I was sound
I was happy
I was sitting on the porch
Swinging, when I saw the sky
A bird there was humming
You were gone
But you never left
I was standing on a stage
Thinking, when at last I was happy
I was singing
They all listened
Even the bird
I was sitting in a stream
Alone, when I was enlightened
My heart found a home
I found peace
Pain left on the dragonflies
I was stuck in a shadow
Dying, when my anxiety controlled me
Kept me there lying
To myself
In my pain
I am standing in a room
Speaking, now I come rising
Out of the shadowed hiding
From dark to light
This is how anxiety died
Feb 19, 2013
Feb 19, 2013 at 8:05 PM UTC
To you my dear
To your heart I go
To the life you promise with me
but first theres something you should know
Im not kind
Im not sweet
and I dont want your love
I just want to kiss you and so
thats what I have to say to you my dear.
Dec 9, 2012
Dec 9, 2012 at 11:23 AM UTC
Ever dreamed of a new world?
Ever wondered whats after this?
What is there for us to look forward to?
To hold onto in our darkest moments?
To hold onto when our tears are falling?
So hopefully I've found a cure for pain.
I've found a curse to leave me sane.
But just in case hear my prayer.
listen to it when I'm not here.
I love you both never forget.
Have no pain and no regret.
Have you ever wondered...
what will be left?
Dec 9, 2012
Dec 9, 2012 at 11:09 AM UTC
I thought you were done
When you left with no farewell
I thought I was young
when I broke that evil spell
but no now I'm old but still I cry
still I hurt and still I wait
I wait and wait as years go by
for the day when your name no longer ignites my hate
I hate no one. I love everybody
that’s just a lie you make it untrue
it seems now pain is my hobby
that evil spell renew i cant stop that you don’t care
that I was just your toy, and unwilling player
make fun of my face, my love, my hair
you did much worse I'm sure you remember.
Trust, psh you took more than hat from me
you took my heart, my childhood, even my pure mind.
It always did seem" I love you"wasn’t free.
But then I broke your rules so you left me behind
is that normal? To have to work for love
see you with other girls and then beg for a hug
no, no, its not normal and I'm glad I made you stop.
So when will I break this spell now that your gone
maybe when you admit it was you that was wrong!
Dec 9, 2012
Dec 9, 2012 at 11:09 AM UTC
Fair is a word outside of reality
It is like a lion having pity
Pity for its prey that it kills every night
A lion knows no wrong a lion knows no right
Fair is the same in many ways
And still will be for many, many days
Equality is fake fair is untrue
For every times a good happens a wrong happens too
A family receives help after many painful years
The same words that cause this give others
Reasons for fears
Fear for their home fear of future suffer
So whats fair for one is unfair for the other
Dec 9, 2012
Dec 9, 2012 at 11:07 AM UTC