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A guy who hates cussing with a girl with turrets
A girl with ocd with a guy who's a mess
A guy who likes to wing it with a girl with a schedule
A girl who wakes up early with a guy that sleeps without rule
They're too different to remain together
But maybe they'll be perfect for each other
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It has been a rough couple of days
I am acquainted with the feeling to die
but now the thought has gone away
and now i'll be able spread my wings and fly

I threw the razor and knife away
I don't abuse my pills anymore
I am happy most of the day
as the light approached me when i open the door

My eyes used to only see grey
the dark abyss has left my room
the light empowered and awakened the frey
and it will protect me from the doom

My scars are healing and so is my heart
I have the mind and ready to believe
that i have a chance in life to restart
and I live my life finally in relief.
Moving with the flow of the motion I can sense the disturbance as it ripples silently across my ceiling

Jaded and effortless

It leaves my sight seeing me farther then my eyes will permit me to.

Observing me
                                            

                ­        -Omnipotently-



Keen eyed. Faceless and brazen.
               It mocks me with open contempt

Daring me to lean out and touch it
Instantly ready to be ripped away

Gratified by my indignity.

Cackling haggishly,

I sense the word ***** cross your lips momentarily before biting your tongue.

I want to wretch but worry it would only deepen your delight...

You enjoy watching me squirm don't you?

                                                   ...Father


Can you hear me now?
                        Calling out to you again...
Sometimes I don't think you can hear my voice. When I'm far away and lost I feel this the most.

...How deeply gratifying
Sure
It's easy to see broken clocks
aren't ticking
but I prefer broken people
Clocks get stuck
in their last instant
At least people keep on living
Just like your handwriting
You’re a mess
You hide yourself
By cunning words
Trying to disguise how you really feel
But that’s okay
I see right through the facade
You are the type of guy
Who sometimes cries alone
In his room
The type of guy
Who teases and messes with girls
Making them feel awful
Because it’s hard to express how you really feel
You are the type of guy
Who never shows his inner thoughts
You don’t believe anyone will understand
The chaos in your mind
But that’s okay
I see right through it
I am the type of girl
Who’s willing to put
My heart out there
However
You are the type of guy
Who never sees
A girl like me.
 Jun 2017 NourCreationz
Psychosa
Breathe in the night and let your thoughts take flight.
 Jun 2017 NourCreationz
Psychosa
Put your honeyed mouth on my parched lips.
 Jun 2017 NourCreationz
Psychosa
Blood drips
from its quenched lips.

It depletes.
It defeats.

Though you may feel complete,
it will break you from beneath.

You may scream,
You may cry,
You may feel nothing inside,
But don't close your eyes.
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