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The false crisendo of your words
Grate against my every nerves.
Wandering round
With ****** feet
How many expectations
Have I failed to meet?

What more do you want
Of my sorry soul
When I cannot bring
My self to breath anymore?

So I watch your hopes
all tumbling down
It feels quite cold
Down here in the ground.
I'm sorry that I wasn't enough
I tried to be what you asked of me
But I didnt think it'd be So tough.

My weary bones creak and ache,
My wrist all burned and ******,
Can you not be quite just once for my sake?

I understand the gravity.
I know Im failing at life,
But you dig right in,
spreading the cavity,
How to ignore the strife?

Whispered arguments bleed through the walls
How much longer until we fall?
Through the floor straight down to hell
All because I could not tell.

Should I weep in pain,
And slave away,
To satisfy you're whimsical ways?
Should I sell my soul,
And bite my tongue,
Just to keep the wallet full?
But "your so young,
You've no excuse,
So bend your back,
Put those hands to use."

Welcome to life.
Put away your pain,
No time for strife,
No time for play,
Just nod you head,
Exit the stage,
And get a job,
So you'll be payed.

I'd sooner live a poor church mouse,
Then lose myself in persute of a house.
But no, I'll smile my candy grin,
And talk with sugar sweet.
Hide the weight of the pain,
So your expectations, I'll meet.
Some times it's just not enough.
You are not like
a volcano
with its
liquid rock
running down
full of urgency
No you are
more like
the sky
when
it
thunders
I love me some thunder...love should make some noise.
I asked you to be
always honest with me,
to never tell me things
you don't mean.

I guess it took me
too long to realize
you stopped saying "I love you".
Be careful what you ask for.
Am I just a wheel?
Consuming meals?
A speck in blue sea?
Bound by what I see?
Life amongst trees?
Breathing means free?

Am I my beliefs?
The truth I seek?
Flag of a country?
Defined by currency?
A liability?
Part of society?

Am I what you see?
The way you judge me?
The values you pick?
First impressions stick?
Norm defined by you?
Do I dare to be rude?

No...

I am who I choose.
I fill my own shoes.
I win when I lose.
I create my own views.
I see black beyond blue.
I pick me over you.

Who are we?
I am me.
Who are we?
Depends on you.
 Jul 2014 Kissed By Depression
ZL
why does living feel like dying?
and pleasure feel like crying?

why are we expected to be good,
when we are told we are bad?

why do they tell us to be happy,
when our souls are sad?

why do I hate them
and love them too?

Why can't life be a new rainbow?
instead of depressing old black and blue.
The world I feel,
Is much too quiet
Blanketed in numbing contradictions  
I often forget to mind my tongue
It's the seductress in me,
I'm addicted to certain kinds of fun

So let me ask,
Where did I go wrong?

Was it last week
When I was held tight,
Tied for most of the night?
Or yesterday when I finally gave in?
Because one more minute without you was my greatest sin

Tell me what matters
If you really wanted me
We wouldn't have shattered
So tell me,
Do I even matter?
Cause you still make my heart go pitter-patter

There is nothing worse than thinking of you
When I'm still warm from him
If this is a competition
Then I'm dead tired of trying to win

© 2014 Peach
Well....
I want to be an indestructible mess with you.
I want to take dark photos,
create conceptual art,
and spray paint buildings at three o'clock in the morning.
I want to destroy things
while your arms are wrapped tightly around my waist.
I want to sing sad songs with you
and when its late at night,
I want to kiss you in the pouring rain and
I want to see your eyes glow when lightning flashes nearby.
I want to think about how perfectly
your fingers are laced between mine
and the way you look at me when  I speak.
I want to hear you whisper,
"I love you," when I am on the verge of falling asleep.
And lastly,
I wish to always be on your mind;
the way you are constantly on mine.
I've read this several times to myself. And the last two lines seem to be the most accurate.
I'm
F
  A
     L
        L
           I
             N
                G
Through thin air,
Nothing is suspending me.
Falling.
Falling
No one notices.
And then,
I'm gone.
*Fallen
Fallen Angel, or so I'd like to think.
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