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Alicia Strong Oct 2012
This canvas so pale,
is so frail and so jailed,
inside a mind that screams
and wails.

The canvas is perfect,
besides old scars,
that I choose to reopen
and enjoy the stars;

that I feel in my head
when the canvas turns red,
such a stark contrast
between living and dead.

I don't know why I can't stop slicing,
I need the rush to feel okay.
I don't know why the rush keeps climbing,
I need it more every day.

*Shining scarlet kisses...
who am I to keep them away?
Alicia Strong Oct 2012
Depression
holds you with an iron grip;
one so unrelenting,
and so cold to the touch,
that it dulls even the warmest of feelings.

Depression
steals all joy from the moments,
you wish you could re-live,
because you never came
to fully appreciate the life you live.

Depression
tries to stop you,
from getting away,
from loving,
from smiling,
from living.

But Depression,
is not terminal,
is not unmanageable,
is not forever.

Depression
is something you can beat,
and your scars will forever be trophies;
a reminder of what you've survived.
Alicia Strong Oct 2012
Beware of Roses,
their sweet scent hides all intent,
of making you bleed.
Alicia Strong Jun 2012
I'll
buy
my
way to talk to God
so
he
can
live
with
what
I'm
not.
Alicia Strong Jun 2012
Dans le ciel,
Dans la nuit,
il y a une seule étoile.

Elle brûle de haine,
elle brûle de peine;
elle veut tué la reine.

La reine qui a
volé de moi,
mon vie, mon âme, mon cœur;

la reine qui a,
détruit moi,
avec ces yeux
affreux.

Il y a deux ans dans le passé,
que nous étions ensemble.
Mais jamais j’oublierai la peine,
quand j'ai vu vous deux ensemble.

Avec le cœur brisé,
mes mains tremblés,
je me suis rendu folle.

Mais dans la fin,
je me souviens,
que je suis un étoile.

L'étoile qui brille,
ca me suffis,
je brulera tous mon haine.

Je pleur pour mon ami qui manque,
ces yeux pour voir son cœur,
je me flotte dans l'ocean,
de son encre, noir comme son cœur.
Felt like writing in french for once, not exactly good, baha, and google translate is just...wrong, for those of you trying to read it in english xD
Alicia Strong Apr 2012
Slowly
        drifting
                  upon
                           the
                               crimson
                                          Acheron;
                                                           I
                                                             embrace
                                                                            sweet
                                                                                     catharsis.
Alicia Strong Apr 2012
Angry blue flashes
mark the extent of pain
that blurs my vision
with black holes
that **** in any positive
                                                             resolution

Inside the whirlwind
of emotion, there is
one thing.
That one thing is the
                                                             only
thing that can exist here.
Pain.

Outside of this haven,
this dark cold hole that I call;
home.
There exists a world,
where nothing good
ever
                                                             comes
my way.

Hiding away here,
I know I'll never last.
I know I can't fight
                                                              to
the end.

But I'll try my hardest.
I will show every single
one of
                                                              those
people who ever judged
me.

I will show everyone
                                                              who
ever thought that
they could break my
walls down.
Without consequence.

I will show them that
I can
                                                              truly
be a monster.
I can be the tool
of my own destruction
if they really
                                                              want
to provoke me.

To the people who
know me.
To the people who
love me.
I want to show you
something.

I want you to believe
me, when I say,
I can create
                                                               an
ending for this
story called life.
It can be pretty,
or,
it can be
macabre.

All I'm saying is,
there will be an
                                                                ending.

It might not be
the one you want
to see.
But I'm not
afraid to
pull the trigger.
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