Oh dear sister. The misery hides inside the house. The one I told you about. The one you forgot.

Oh dear brother. Why can't you see the pain. The one I told you about. The one you forgot.

Oh dear mother. Why is the monster not gone. The one I told you about. The one you forgot.

Oh dear father. The creature is inside you. The one I told you about. The one you forgot.

The clouds are crying. They must have seen us. So in love but for none of us to feel. The love that once stock us together is gone. Our love was like in a moviescene. Oh so perfect and oh so frightening. They say it's never like in the movies but this was. So sweet you could almost taste it. It was so good that it almost felt wrong. We were meant to be but now we're not meant for anything.
*May the clouds wash away all my memories.

My chest is like an open heart surgery where everyone that goes by just takes a piece like it's a ******* drive-thru with free taxes. It's not on the house when there is no home. My parents didn't raise me to give to the homeless so I guess karma is a ***** after all. I am still waiting for people to return the pieces for recycling so I can stitch myself back together. But I guess I will always have holes in my chest because you died with pieces of me.

Playing the harp like our hands were on fire until a string broke and we put it aside. Knowing it was there but never took the time to repair it. We never got to play the last nodes of our love song.

I would paint you a picture of us standing there in the pouring rain. You with your blue jeans and checkered shirt smiling while holding me close and telling me that you won't let go.

*If only I could paint.

You used to tell me that I was the prettiest thing you'd ever seen. Yet you said my sister was prettier than me. You have always told me opposite of Her and everyone else but I still listen to Her, I still tell myself that I am not worthy of love and beautiful words. I try to be what you tell me you see by removing unwanted hair and painting my nails to feel less like Mona Lisa - a stiff painting of a mystery. How can I be the prettiest thing you have seen when you have seen so many other people and probably told them the same. I bet you that they did not have these self inflicted scars and colored stretch marks, even the little red dots that sit on my skin between all the bruises. I believed Her words of filth and hate - I still do. Her voice still lingers in the back of my mind and her words are carved in my thoughts like a tattoo. When you tell me I am the prettiest thing you have ever seen please mean it or just leave it because i don't need your lies when you cannot tell Her off. Please I know I'm not the prettiest thing you have ever seen so do not tell me beautiful lies.

I am a quiet breather, I hate the sound of breathing. Most of the time I  wish for my breathing to stop, so I can have a moment of complete silence. I hold my breath and hope that I will never catch it again. I can hear my head pounding on my pillow, I feel like it is going to explode. I live in a neutral state of being, where nothing matters and I care for no one. I wouldn't mind if my head exploded or if my lungs gave up on me. I just need silence and nothing else, I don't need anyone else breathing heavily next to me as they fade of into dreamland because I am restless and the sound of breathing keeps me awake.

Pictures; For remembering the good times.
Alcohol; For forgetting the past.
Boxes; For keeping old memorizes.
Shoes; For walking away.
Books; For getting lost.
Speakers; For expressing feelings.
Mirror; For finding flaws.
Clothing; For covering up.
Lamps; For looking for monsters.
Junk; For never letting go.
Bed; For giving up.
Flag; For fighting for my dreams.

Jeg hader mig
Du hader dig
Lad os dræne hinanden for had
Til dagen lyser grønt og lyder som noget at glæde sig til i morgenstunden
Eller lad os blive i selvhadets øjeblik som muslinger der holder på tusinde perler på bunden af havet
Lad os aldrig se dagens lys
Lad os leve i selvhadet
Lad os
Lad os dø sammen

Even when I am
Six feet under
The ground
I'll still be
thinking
About
Cats
Their
Lovely
Personalities
Their fluffiness
Purrs and meows

Sleeping to forget about everything for awhile. Every thought I've ever had runs through my head like tears down my face. I can't get away. My head is working high speed trying to suppress the memories.
*Why can't I sleep forever?

Someday the moon will not shine at night and the sun won't rise

Someday my soul will leave this body and the remains will be dust

Someday I might rise with the sun and maybe I won't

As my dad opened the door and woke me up I knew. I knew that it had come to its end. End of life. Life that was precious to us. Us left here in the pain. Pain like you felt before you went. Went somewhere. Somewhere.

Da der intet var tilbage tog du
mit sukkerkolde hjerte.

Du tog det som man tager slik fra
et lille barn.

Men jeg er ikke nogen sukkerknald
blot salt i forklædning.

It is finally time to move on from this stormy relationship.
You took of and as the storm consumed my broken heart.
I waited for windless night and birds to be singing again.
*Only small gusts of wind filled with memories remains.

Helping the ones in need should not be a question left unanswered

People have boundaries. Boundaries that must be respected. We draw a line. We tell people to stop and push them away. But they don't listen. Only because they find it funny to push boundaries. To make others feel sick so that they feel better.

What a messed up world we live in.

Give me your favorite books, music and art, so that I know where you are when the world gets too difficult to swim in and you are trying to avoid a drowning accident in the ocean of life. Fantasy sets no limits and I just want to live for all eternity with you in a dreamworld. Even when love is no longer sweet and the pancake house is eaten I will fly across every ocean with you.

The prey is surrounded by hunters waiting to make their next move. To make the light leave the preys glancing eyes and the blood pour out from it's veins leaving it dead for them to rip apart. It's only appreciated when it's gone down their throats, into their stomach and as the hunger starts again the poor creature is already forgotten and the hunt for a new prey has begun.

They say that love can mend your soul but my soul is still torn into pieces. I can still feel my rapists hands on my body and my mind sometimes wanders back to that place where I wanted to run but stayed. I know that i shouldn't let his mistreatment impact another's love but his shadow still follows mine and no matter how far I run he is still there. Love can't take away the pain caused by tragedy but it slowly washes the dead cells of my skin and leaves new prints of affection. So maybe love does mend your soul but it heals with fragments of everyone that has touched it so the **** is still a part of me but hopefully love can shine some light in the darkness so no shadows can follow and I can run freely.

The sun rises as the moon goes down.
Never do they meet.
They always run away
from one another.
Until that perfect moment
where they eclipse
and become as one.
Though it is only temporary
they keep chasing
till they get their infinity
where two become one.

*I hope we'll meet like an eclipse

The not even near full beard, the intense eyes.

It is like being with you and seeing someone else.

The little insecurities and strong dominance.

The way he makes me not forget you.