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The Vault Sep 2017
She feels dead
But only in her head
They all know her fame
But not her shame
Wearing the heel
Peeled away the sanity she used to feel
No one sees her smile
She has been lost in her head for a while
Her body used
Always abused
Tight tiny dresses
Nothing on her body for guesses
Drugs to take
To try to make her feelings wake
People taking pictures when no one is looking
Trying to find sides of her no one is seeing
Her hair to her hips
Shiny to the tips
Leaving everyone breathless
It is expected since she can never be a mess
She walks the cat-walk
And talks the talk
Her model life is never easy
Always leaves her wanting to flee
But no one will ever see
That she wants to be free
So in her heels of pain
She has nothing to gain
Except fame
I wrote this for an English project and I thought I did pretty okay so here you go. Enjoy!
The Vault Sep 2017
And then it disappeared
All my things I had said
Disappeared out of his head
Like steam off of the blacktop
Never to be found again
The Vault Sep 2017
Our hands met
Fire on ice
My ice cube hands melting in your warmth
Fire on Ice
Our love burst into flames
That became bigger as the flames burst
My fingers intertwined with yours
Gripping tighter
Getting warmer and warmer
My ice heart melting in your warmth
Melting in your hands
Fire on ice
Your burst of hot flames
My fingers wrapped around yours
Like a spider
I nested into you
Never wanting to part
But when we did
I ached for you again
Feeling icy
Until my hand met yours
Once again
The Vault Sep 2017
Your lips touched mine lightly
But could turn vigorous at any time
As if you could not get close enough
Like the space between us was too much
But I liked every kiss.
Every kiss lit my heart on fire
In a burst of flames
And when we parted
I could see the fire in your eyes
Just like mine
The Vault Sep 2017
The promise I said
Escaped
And evaporated into thin air
I looked into your eyes
And smiled and said I would never break it
But when you left
It broke
I promise I will never break promises
I said another one
And knew in my head
I would break it next
Just breaking promises
  Sep 2017 The Vault
josh wilbanks
Being suicidal doesn't mean i'm going to **** myself

Being suicidal is having this unexplicable ache while you're living

It's waiting for your life to end, and wishing you didn't have to carry on

Having this ache, an incapability to feel happy living, doesn't mean that I am going to **** myself -

It just means I wouldn't mind dying.
The Vault Sep 2017
I stand under this lamp-post
Not really thinking
Lost in all my dreaming
All the darkness that surrounds
Amplifying ever sound
The little light
This Lamp-post gives
Never penetrating the darkness around
So here I will stand
In the light you give
Because you are the light
In my darkness
And without you
I would be doomed
To walk this never ending eternity of darkness
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