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 Jan 2014 KILLME
Mortuus Odio
It would have been a whisper
A voice dancing on your eardrums
A slight breeze trough your hair
It would have been easy
Watching love blossom in the winter
Wild flowers goring through feet of snow
I should have just ended it
Walked away from everything
And never look back on all this
Was it a mistake....?
No....a learning experience
So I'll never get close to another person
I'll become the ghost I always was
In the hallways of your fleeting memories
Should I have ended it?
What would have been the point?
You broke my heart
I broke your sanity
Guess we're even
Not like I had anything going for me
Goodnight
Thought I'd just write my thoughts
One more time
Before I paint them on the canvas
The corner of my room has become
 Jan 2014 KILLME
emma
people like us
 Jan 2014 KILLME
emma
someone with straight A's
doesn't want someone
who fails math
someone with perfect skin
doesn't want someone
who breaks out everytime she's stressed out or eats too unhealthy
someone with a body like that
doesn't want someone
who works out once a week
someone that happy
doesn't want someone
who cries too loud and used to cut her skin
someone that stylish
doesn't want someone
who has been wearing the same boots for a year
someone so pure
doesn't want someone
who kissed 11 guys in a week
someone like you
donesn't want someone
like me
 Jan 2014 KILLME
y i k e s
s i g h
 Jan 2014 KILLME
y i k e s
i went from writing about how much i hate myself
to how much i want to have you
in my arms
on me
with me
near me
next to me, breathing into my air, fighting the demons away

all within a year

what have you done to me?
 Jan 2014 KILLME
y i k e s
You
 Jan 2014 KILLME
y i k e s
You
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idk
 Jan 2014 KILLME
y i k e s
i'm going to instagram a picture of the sunset
because it makes me think of you
bright and beautiful
but it's like to everyone
isn't it?
so romantic and and cliche, but that's all i'm good at

perhaps i'll instagram a picture of a meal i'm eating
maybe you'll like that meal too
or you'll think i'm a total idiot
'she's one of thoooose girls'

or maybe even, i'll instagram a selfie of me looking dumb
you'll laugh, or maybe even giggle at my face
because it's so idiotic
maybe, just maybe, you'll like it
because that's what people do on instagram, right?

but you won't
**BECAUSE YOU WON'T ACCEPT MY FOLLOW REQUEST
 Jan 2014 KILLME
y i k e s
Don't
 Jan 2014 KILLME
y i k e s
don't tell me, 'just talk to him!'
because it's not that easy
if it was

wouldn't i have done it already?
 Jan 2014 KILLME
Allen Wilbert
Tight Rope

If you only knew how I really felt,
sinking fast and starting to melt.
Feeling like Frosty in the summer,
I'm an idiot and getting dumber.
Losing brain cells by the minute,
used to have a name, now just a digit.
Not sure where I'm going,
up creek, I'm slowly rowing.
If not for bad luck,
I'd have no luck at all,
falling fast and nobody will call.
Bought a rope and made a noose,
can't handle any more of this abuse.
Got picked on my whole life,
my mind is in constant strife.
Now I have brain cancer,
and no one has the answer.
No one cares that I'm falling apart,
you can't fix this broken heart.
Tied the rope to a ceiling rafter,
I wanna die, happily ever after.
Found myself a nice sturdy chair,
life will just never be fair.
Kicked the chair out from under me,
started to choke, started to ***.
Body starting to feel very weak,
not another word did I speak.
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