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Izzy Oct 2014
Handcuffs line my wrists
The key dangling so sharp

one; just one, I say
but my jailer disagrees

one more, he taunts
you know you want to, he laughs

handcuffs line my wrists; stained red
never to be broken

looking at whats left of my prison
my jailer leaves
and moves on looking for the next criminal
Izzy Oct 2014
Four people in a house,
although bonded by blood no other ties exist
Izzy Oct 2014
Depression is...
Drowning but watching everyone breathe
Playing hide and go seek; never to be found
Acting; but not for a play
Depression is me losing my mind behind closed doors
Depression is digging my grave
I have become depression,
**You're next...
Izzy Oct 2014
I have committed the eternal sin,

As I write to you with blood running down my arm,
I  beg you to forgive me
for leaving you with this mess
but,
as my final words leave my lips,
I become victim to those forty seconds.
Izzy Oct 2014
What is indigo?

Indigo is...
A calm night sky when all I see is red,
A late night tormentor taking sleep,
A nice friend with twinkling eyes,
A demon turning to the other side
fighting off the monsters
keeping me from the silver glistening red.
Izzy Oct 2014
To you we are...
rebels
drunks
self centered *******
lazy
dumb
destructive
trouble makers
criminals
and irresponsible

But really we're...
heart broken
the misfits
young and in love
the dreamers
looking for our place
and most of all misunderstood
accept us
After all we're just
Teenagers.
Izzy Oct 2014
2 a.m is for...
the angels with bleeding wrists
the misunderstood poets
the dreamers wishing for better luck
the late night dancers slicing skin
the haunted soldiers  
the beaten, broken
outcasts

Late at night we thrive surviving on dreams that never die.
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