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Whitney Grey Nov 2017
She loves music
It is her escape
She is dead inside
When she is alone
Music is there waiting to be heard
Music is not living
But it is alive
Without music she is nothing
It is her surrounding
She loves it so much
To where it consumes her
She was once alone
Dead inside
Now she is alive
She is heard
I wrote this when I was 13.
Whitney Grey Nov 2017
Why?
Why do you allow this?
Why are you so intimidating
To where you push people over the edge
Do you like to hurt people?
Do you enjoy the pain you cause?
It is unfair to us who disobey your rules
You should not control us
No one can be  their selves
With the pressure of you over them
It’s time to change
This is getting old
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Whitney Grey Nov 2017
See hear & taste
what good senses to waste
We use our ears to listen to lies
& our eyes to become blind
We ignore what is important
& look at fraud
We taste the fear of love
& disobey the man above
How do we live like this
Nothing is how it should be
This is all we know
This is humanity
  Nov 2017 Whitney Grey
spacewalker
what can't come out on canvas
comes out of my wrist
strokes of black and streaks of red
help control my silent fits
I pound the wall with my fist
blood trickles from my hips
but it's ok
I'm used to this

I blend paint with pain
brush with blade
only difference is,
pain fades paint stays
Whitney Grey Nov 2017
I miss you papa
How are you doing ?
I Want to hug you papa
I wish I could see you  
Why did you go without me papa?
I want to be like you
I don’t want to feel anymore pain papa
I want to be happy
I want to be happy with you papa
If I come visit you
Can I stay with you papa?
My grandfather died of cancer and all I want is to get to hug him one last time
  Nov 2017 Whitney Grey
cptims
you were
clumsy & dainty
vibrant & caring
just like a yellow dandelion
dancing in the wind
without a care in the world
until one day
you began to turn grey
& everything started to change
you were now
careful & rustic
dull & negligent
you acted like a burden
no longer cheerful
& dissatisfied with everything
what happened to that yellow dandelion
i once knew?
just felt the need to write & this is what spilled out. enjoy :)).
Whitney Grey Nov 2017
I like the way your nose flairs when you laugh
And the way your lip quivers
I like how you stand
And how your words flow like the rivers
Your smile gives me butterflies
In your eyes I become lost
I want to be yours
I’ll keep my fingers crossed
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