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 Jun 2014 m
Ronnie James Corbin
My back is growing weary
Of being strong for you
I can't carry us both
I am only one man
 Jun 2014 m
Dartris Stone
Autumn
 Jun 2014 m
Dartris Stone
Kiss her in the snow
Marry her in the summer
**** little minx makes him Stutter
Oblivious little girl looks to the sky
Grabbed her hand and ran away
Climbed the mountain
Touched the sky
Time changes, Goodbye
Falling down an abyss
The colors danced off the trees
The Autumn when Abigail died
 Jun 2014 m
gabby dial
I'm alive
 Jun 2014 m
gabby dial
you pushed me
you kicked me
you broke me
you killed me.
now I'm back
from the depths

now I'm alive

all the names you people ever called me
intertwine with the thoughts of suicide
I could never be what I today
without the broken reflection in the mirror that you made
butterflies fly through empty carcasses
ones that use to be drugs with teeth and heartbeats

Because I'm alive

My words inject right through your paper thin skin
they make home in your freezing heart
because home is where the heart is
People empty their ashes into the sea
and the water wants me

But I'm alive

And whoever you are
the one who kicked my burning bruise
the one who spat in my open wound
you're dead to me
no more will you flow through my mind like ribbons in the wind.
Because I'm alive.
 May 2014 m
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Erase
 May 2014 m
nominal
I took your petals and I tore them off one by one,
until you were bare.
I tried to paint your petals a different color
for my selfish reasons.
I loved you when I changed you.
I kept you close, planted you in my heart.
But I forgot to water you, I got tired of your colors,
and I strayed off
Forgetting that you were still alive,
and I killed you.
That thought will never leave my mind.
 May 2014 m
nominal
Untitled
 May 2014 m
nominal
I need to know why the stars go unnoticed.
Help me see clearly,
although the world isn't quite clear to me.
I want to see the world and all of its beauty.
 May 2014 m
nominal
Rivalry
 May 2014 m
nominal
The sadness inside of me becomes crippling when I run out of things to distract myself with.
I'll push all of the horrible thoughts to the back of my mind
and escape in another world,
but sometimes that isn't enough to hold me over.
And sometimes the monsters play these horrible games inside of my head; they often make me wish I were dead.
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