I'm fun and have wonderful colors
With me youll never be bored again
Bring your fantasy to life

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In other words she said she loved me
That she would bring me to life
But instead I wore her out
And she broke me
I spent so much money and time on her

Just to have another deleted file

Slicing and dicing at your cold meat
Slicing into it feels so sweet
Out of all this blood and Gore
I must say, I only want more
Dumping the bodies aren't a chore
if it means room for more
This feeling shakes me to the core
Makes feel sick
All the way down
Far so deep
Where all my morals sleep

they lied down on the cold ground

in the middle of the night

and asked themselves- why?

am i doomed

to live in gloom

why is my life full of lie's

why can't i completely control myself

no matter how hard i try?

i choose mind over fist

because the brain is deadlier

and yes the feelings pain you give me is heavy

but i assure you vengeance is heavier

and so much sweeter

All this left in her mind is static
The black and white fuzz
Of what was once
A world of color
Couldn’t you see It
Couldn’t you tell
Now her mind is a living hell
She’s not the same
Can’t you tell this is all a game
She’s insane
Psychotic
Totally un-fixable
She can’t be hit
You can’t break …

Whats already broken

time, its a cruel thing

we think about it either way to much

or way to little

one second is to much to spare

when your time can end at any moment

leaving others in despair  but whats even crueler is that an object

a clock

has more power of time then us

as they say time waits for no one

not even you

so tell me, what do you simply plan to do?

its not like you can stop a watch and its done

the only thing you can do

is use time wisely

and at the same time have fun

because the sun will set

leaving you gone

but the clock will keep ticking

no matter what

who needs to eat or sleep?
i can survive on tears and pain alone

its a grey wasteland
i can hear the sound
like a frequency
getting louder and louder
i see dresses
tattered and worn
from small pink ones to yellow ones just my size
i look around
i touch one of the small pink dresses
and it tears
its like a cloth turned to paper
not even paper
more like
kinetic sand
sewn together
huh
how odd
but that can't be the oddest thing here
but the questions where is here?
well its all over the place
scattered
not so..complete
it feel that if walk into the distance
i might fall over an edge
but i'm curious
so i walk forward

"i love you"
        who said that?
                                                    "please­ don't leave me"
go away
                  " why did you leave me"
                                                             ­                                 you forced me to
                                            "get away from me"
      i promised i would fix you
                                                             ­ "i hate you"
i still love you
                              "i love you"
                                                          i want to break you
           "you belong only to me"
                                                             ­                    your so fun to play with
                       "i love you so much"
                                          my precious little doll
  "you lied to me"
                                                             ­                it was fun while it lasted
                    "i hate you"
i know
i hate me to
but to be honest
i'd do it again
only i'd get permanate results
my wilted rose i miss you
i stare at the pale porcelain doll, as it catches to fire
the cracks in her porcelain skin are more apparent
i knew she was broken
it burns to ashes
ashes as black as that hair of hers
i don't want to believe she's gone

i run
in the haze of it all i run
and as i run
i can hear myself scream
but my mouth is closed

"you could've done better!"
i know thats true

and i turn around just for a split second
to see the doll once more,
only the porcelain skin is perfect and smooth
her hair...that black doll like hair to match those giant brown eyes with those dark purple circles under them
a dark brown

i hate looking at her
she's no longer able to become perfect like i had wished
but at least she isn't just ashes

what a waste

i would like to apologize in advance
for anything i may say or do
anything that i may write that may make you cry
anything i do
that makes you sad
or hurts you
i'm apologizing in advance

i'm getting worse

i'm not literal garage
just metaphorically

i look in the mirror
I see a young girl
Dress in a nice pink dress
But I know she’s dead
i know i'm dead
I know I’m just an auto pilot
For she died many years ago
I smile
I put others first
I put myself through torture everyday
Making sure others forget the bad
But you can’t forget bad things
You can push it on someone else though
I remember the bad things so that your happy
Because she would’ve wanted it that way

why do i thrive off the fact of knowing that i'm borderline....evil