your painful
you hurt me
oh your just like cotton candy
sweet to rot my teeth
like a poison
slowly suffering
your terrible
painful
the divine type of pain
that i would beg for
i live for the pain

perfect, to be completely  desirable every aspect

i never believed in perfection

i never saw anyone as completely

utterly

amazing and

flawless

but then i met you

maybe i'm just going crazy but you truly are

perfect

and maybe perfect isn't just classified as " desirable in every aspect"

because perfection is different to everyone

and to me, your the new definition of it

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Where should I begin
Our love was a twisted story
Of a doll
And a toymaker
Your painted tears divine
Oh how you always cried
And fall to ground and wine
Till there was cracks in your skin
But at least you were mine
But our love ran out of time
As much I tried
Oh where do I begin

when you really think about it
in the modern age
being dead
is the same as being alive

i'm not literal garage
just metaphorically

Do you ever feel like your drowning

In the rain

do you feel useless, as you try to out run the rain

Because you have no umbrella to block it

That no one understands how it feels

To be soaking wet

In the rain

That the rain is horrible to be in

It makes you sick

people will either help you dry off

Or leave you alone to clean up yourself

i love the rain

So why is it so close to tears

And sadness

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

The say that after very storm theres a rainbow
But at evey rainbow is a *** of gold
Gold turns into greed
Greed turns into guilt
Giult turns into pain
Pain turns into tears
Raindrops
And then once more
A rainbow

The seeing eye

Will deny thy of any right

The seeing eye in the sky

Will never be broken

The seeing eye is me

The path that you have chosen

The seeing eye only see the truth

And any lie

Will only destroy thy

Who wishes to lie

And then and only then

Will the seeing eye die

So I the seeing eye

The eye that will never be broken

The path that you has chosen

Sees you with a sin

Your eyes will dim

and so will the pain

you've caused within

sewing my arms shut
from emotional blood spilling out
only to cut through it
i couldn't do it

you wanted my head on a silver platter
instead i offered my heart

our ship is sinking
and theres nothing we can do
Were drowning
But darling
I’ve never loved drowning so much
This pain, is the only proof
That your still here

some comes from pain
its the red paint of blood you paint with
the red ink that flows through you
when you truly make art

the best art can come from pain

i'm sorry

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

why when i'm surrounded by people

who love me

do i feel so ******* lonely

i cant control my emotions

but i can control how they are portrayed

i made a promise to always be happy

and i will be

but know

behind every smile

is a broken

lunatic

who will stop at nothing

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

Everything's falling apart
The end is where i must start
Build myself up from dust
Not knowing who to trust
If i'm honest
I don’t remember much
But I can still feel the pain
Why?
Everything else is gone
So why’s this pain lasting so long
Instead of building up from the grave
Im being buried alive
I've ran out of time.

She never really knew what to think
But she learned fast
That everything she loved
Could be gone in a blink

She found misery love
And beauty in misery
And it was hard
She thought she was crazy
And maybe she was
Maybe

But she didnt mind
Yes the thought scared her
But she tried not to care
After all, these days
sanity
True sanity
Is scarce

She waked outside
Notebook in hand
Pencil in the other
She walked to the edge of  the road
Sat on rock
Sat and thought


Thought of wonderful words
Terrible words
Any words
Every word

Then she saw an ant
Limping
Probably stepped on by a person
People don't care

She stared at it and cried

I know they don't care, and now you have to pay
The ant limped some more
So she sat there and stared
for the rest of the day

She told the ant
Existence is pain sometimes
I dont what to do
And maybe I can't end my pain
But ill try to stay strong
Just for you

More hours past
She named it gubber
At first she called it alex
But this name was funner

Gubber I can't stand to watch this any longer
She picked up a rock and said
I'm sorry
I really am
But i can't watch  you die slowly
I won't let anyone watch you die slowy

Existence is pain
And I know its true
I feel pain and so do you
But your pain is worse

She picked up the rock
Took a small swing

1
2
3
4
5

Id rather put you out of our misery
Then see you in pain

those words you uttered were
cold and bold
yet they wrapped around me
like a comforting hug
and i could feel the stories that could be told by those simple words
what stories they start
what tales they could end
those words you uttered
loving and warm
have left my heart torn

" i love you"

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

i flinch at thunder
but after theres always lightning
A bright wonderful light
Then it fades into the night

Thunder and lightning
Part of storm
Just  like love
Its frightening at first
But then it gets better
Still scary but oh so-
Beautiful~

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

i'm getting worse