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Liz And Lilacs Jan 2015
I've always loved the way
the air smells before a storm.
It smells like the world is static,
and maybe, there's potential.
You can smell the sea,
The lilacs in the breeze.
Breathe it in, inhale deeply.
The calm before the storm;
It only lasts so long.
Nothing makes sense anymore.
Us
We're all just suicidal kids
Telling other suicidal kids
That suicide is not the answer
True you know
Liz And Lilacs Jan 2015
Who would have thought
two years made a difference?
Two years is not that long
in the grand scheme of things.
Two years ago, I didn't know
so much that I do today.
Two years ago, I wouldn't have
made some of the choices I did.
Two years ago, I could smile,
a genuine smile, with real emotion.

If I could go back to two years ago,
I would change what I did,
Warn myself that not everyone is good.
I used to believe that everyone was good
even if they were only good in some tiny way.
I know better now some people will never care
how much pain they cause.
Two years ago, I wish I'd known.
Early morning confusion
Liz And Lilacs Jan 2015
No matter how many times
you wash your hands,
They'll always be *****
with the blood of the innocent.
It's all about power,
You like control.
Vultures like you,
Picking on the weak.
Hit me when I'm already bleeding.
I know you take joy
in watching people break.
whatever.
Liz And Lilacs Jan 2015
Forgive me.
Set me free,
Pray for me.
Hail Mary,
I'm on my knees,
Accept my pleas
Death is free,
But I have sinned.
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I tried to rhyme? I'm aware this isn't good. Nothing ever is.
Also, I'm not catholic, so I did a bit of research to make sure I knew what the prayer was for. If it doesn't make sense, I'm sorry.
Liz And Lilacs Jan 2015
"I'm dying to see you *******."

Then die.
Keep your hands to yourself.
I'm angry.
Liz And Lilacs Jan 2015
If you listen in the silence,
you hear the voices,
whispering dark things.
Not everyone can hear their
iniquitous murmurs, heavy with danger.
You'll hear the secrets of the past,
the lies of the present,
and the ideas of the future.
but no voice is without a body,
and when you start noticing them,
they'll start noticing you.
inspired by a horror story
god knows i'm a walking nightmare
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