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Apr 2015 · 826
Quit
Cat Thomas Apr 2015
Hit after hit
I wish I could quit.
Apr 2015 · 1.2k
Beautiful Lies
Cat Thomas Apr 2015
My beautiful lies,
hidden behind my tired eyes.
I'm exhausted.
I'm numb.
I'm frustrated.
I guess you've won.
They look at my smile,
but not at my eyes.
They avoid the truth,
and believe the lies.
I'm stuck in my youth.
They can't hear my cries.
I need to grow up,
and dry my eyes.
They look at my arms,
but not at my thighs.
They avoid the truth,
and believe the lies.
Forget the truth.
All you speak is lies.
Apr 2015 · 655
Faceless Deaths
Cat Thomas Apr 2015
Anxiety fills my lungs
Controls my tongue
Face to face
With disgrace
Suicide fills my head
All other thoughts have fled
Fingertips pressed to fingertips
Guided from the Devils lips
Depression fills my heart
Tearing me clean apart
Hand pressed to hand
Praying can reprimand
Paranoia tingles on my skin
It's coming from deep within
They are faceless deaths
Waiting for our few last breaths
Sometimes I don't know why i'm still here. I guess we all feel like that sometimes. So its normal. Right?
Apr 2015 · 460
Lost
Cat Thomas Apr 2015
You say you're lost
But that's not true
Whatever the cost
I found you
You are somewhere
Lost in your mind
You just want to be anywhere but there
You never thought anyone would find
You, but you never saw how much I care
This is the last time
Anyone will hurt you while your skin is bare
This was a crime
I can still hear the sirens blare.
Mar 2015 · 619
How i'm supposed to be.
Cat Thomas Mar 2015
Wake up to an ugly face
Born to be a disgrace
I notice every woman that passes me
But men are who i'm supposed to see
You tell me to change my ways
I tell you i'll be okay
This way
Because her eyes meet mine
And I feel fine
All my pain
And ache
Suddenly
Seems fake
This isn't how i'm supposed to think
This isn't how i'm supposed to think
But that's how I am
I don't give a ****
This is how I am
This is how I am
Take me
Or leave me
Kinda feel like ****. Dying inside. Maybe writing can be my cyanide.
Cat Thomas Mar 2015
As a child we see light in darkness
And all pain seems so mild
We haven’t yet built our fortress
Why would the moon need walls ?
Are the stars mean?
As a child we cry each time we fall
Because its all the pain we've seen
But as we grow older
We become numb
Our hearts seem to grow colder
We were life’s rising moon
But now
We’re just the dark sky

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