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golden hair
burning up
clear brown eyes
made from muck
salted smile
lipstick tears
just a girl
dead for years
dressed in sunshine
dressed in blood
would they help her?
*no one could
Watch her eyes -
she's dead inside.
A souless cavern of regrets in which my pity wallows and crumbles into an endless abyss of despair, a chasm where hope fades into fiery loathing and destruction.
Fire burns in my veins,
Uncontrollable, flaming;
And won't let me be.
I don't understand myself
When the fire burns inside me.
I grew up fast.
I went to meetings with my father,
begged my mother to stop shouting.

I would lay awake at night,
listening to them argue.
My unversed brain not understanding.

I grew up too fast.
Relentlessly hoping for happiness,
always trying to be better.

I wanted to make everyone happy
And in doing so,
I lost my own happiness.
My words never quite match the emotions in my head.
He called me beautiful.
"You're so beautiful", said he.
It should have been sweet,
a compliment to flow off one's tongue,
but I knew what he wanted.

His lustful lies are empty
to my delicate heart.
I know better than to fall
for the charming prince
with the beautiful words.
He was blue, she was rabbit.
He danced a waltz around her mind,
she could never quite escape his grasp.
Her fruitless attempts to forget
his hypnotizing colors left her broken.

He was blue, she was a rabbit.
She danced a waltz across his heart.
But he was azure, and could never love.
Cold and empty, he thought of her,
but the feelings never truly reached him.

He was blue, she was a rabbit.
She followed him through the flowery gardens.
He seemed everywhere at once.
Enchanted, she bounded across the dewy grass.
Her love was in the sky and in the flowers.

He was blue, she was rabbit.
He acknowledged her each time she passed,
But he was everywhere and could not love.
He watched from a distance as she pranced.
As he weeped, the rain fell and the rabbit hid away.

He was blue and she was a rabbit.
They could never quite be together
despite being in the same place.
For he was blue, the blue of the sky,
and she was a rabbit, a creature of the Earth.
They had the gall to throw me from the top.
Sending me crashing to the bottom of the heap.
An untouchable, they say.
How dare they call me such,
after all I have done for them?

The weight of the society,
left to the untouchables
to bear upon their shoulders.
They refuse to even help me from the ground.
The call me *****, worthless.

I am certain my hands are cleaner than theirs,
for the blood of the innocent does not ***** my hands.
I am certain that I am not worthless,
for I do the jobs that no one else will.
Yet they call me untouchable.
Look at the fresh blood
Poring from an old wound
Reopened
By you
I'm so ******* done.
So numb.
I can't let myself feel the sadness I possess,
before I do something terrible, irreversible.
I cannot distinguish
between love and hate.

For after you kiss me,
you say that you hate me.

And after you hit me,
you say that you love me.

Something just doesn't seem quite right.
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