A crash of thunder, a breath...

I hear it getting closer
It seems to get heavier
I am scared, but less than before
My shoulders and body relax.

I relax.

But as soon as I got comfortable with the ghost in my room,
It left, and all was silent
Then it came back once more, louder and heavier

Yet somehow I was not prepared.

A picture is worth 1000 words,
But you are worth much more to me

You are worth 1000 stars
Spread across the universe

You are worth 1000 diamonds
Because you are the rarest of them all

You are worth 1000 pictures
Worth 1,000,000 words

You are worth 1000 more
Than you may think you are

I step on the walking stones
I don't know where they lead
I just hope they don't lead me home
Where I have planted a dangerous seed

Mama left dad and me all alone
And dad got sad and drank a lot
He walked around like a mindless drone
I tried to hide away, but I was caught

He got mad at me, and began to shout
He began to hit me, he was very mad
And in my mind, well I had no doubt
That this was my fault, that dad would never be glad

He drank more, he hit more
And mama never came back
She didn't save me from the horror
And I felt it was love I was always destined to lack

So I walk away, after very long years
On the stepping stones
Many bruises, many tears
But maybe in heaven I'll be less alone

So no matter what world, I'll love you all.

As dawn rises over the soft grass,
And soon above the tall trees
I stay inside,
And just write

As afternoon soon comes,
And dusk right after
I stay up at night,
And just write

I write emotions,
Of fear
Sadness
Happiness

I write stories,
Of struggle
Love
Hate

I write when I have no one else
To vent to,
To hang out with,
To stay inside with

I write for the public
So I can show them
How I really feel
About them

So I'll just stay inside today,
And all through the night,
So I can be happier
And just write.

All roses need thorns
For protection
From whatever comes their way

They always seem prepared.

But I'm a rose too,
Just without thorns
So why am I looked down upon?
Is it because I'm different?
I don't understand

I grew up without my thorns
So I cried a lot
They said I was a baby
But I just wasn't strong like them

Life likes to play with me

It throws things at me
Bad, mean things
But I have no thorns
And now I know why they don't like me
Why they tease me

It's because nobody likes a weakling.
And everybody loves to **** them.
From the inside out
IN TILL NOTHING IS LEFT BUT A SHELL OF A HUMAN. IN TILL THEY HAVE BROKEN HER SO MUCH, THAT SHE KILLS HERSELF. AND NOW WHAT? ARE YOU GONNA LAUGH AT THAT?

no

because they've moved on
because nobody cared about a rose without thorns
but that's okay
because she doesn't have to see you again




Lucky her.