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she said she was dead and took a bullet to her head
no one believed her because she had been crying wolf for far too long
the years that droned on and on, and she kept playing the same old song
eventually all care and warmth left
and she was left to fend for all of these monsters by herself instead
they never realized how much worse it had became
it's been five years she said, and i'm through trying to play this game
Left alone in my own head,
It's a scary place in there...
Silence is my right hand man,
Darkness is my best friend.

Past, present, and future...
My life is like a rollercoaster,
Happy, sad, angry and crazy...
Come along, and take a wild ride.

Learn the depths of my deepest wounds,
Feel the pain that I've endured,
Enjoy the love that I've received,
Savor the memories of each touch...

I have my baggage,
Is that too much?
I'm damaged goods,
Is that enough?


Love me today,
Leave me tomorrow,
We see what the future holds,
Does it know about us?

I am strong,
Yet I am weak...
Pick me up,
So I can fall.

I've have done things,
Of which, I am not proud...
I've seen the error of my ways,
Can you say you love me still?*

I have my baggage,
Is that too much?
I'm damaged goods,
Is that enough?
The entire time
I only wanted one thing
I now know it was just a spring fling
I close my eyes and all I see is distorted


I'm glad my feelings were never reported
Garbage poems 2.0
If you're so broken, why don't you find the bottle opener, cupcake?
Why don't you lick the frosting off the bottom of the bowl, stoner?
When you say you're just pitiful, I see rain puddles drooling from the pockmarks of your cheeks.
I wish you'd realize that the sun isn't just shining out of my broken skin knuckles.
How sad it is to know that “Goodbye”
slips from my lips easier than any other
word in the dictionary.
How terrible it is to know that
a seven letter word,
etched with pain,
can slip so effortlessly through
raspberry colored lips.
They’ll ask me how I’m doing.
I’ll say “I’m surviving”.
But, they won’t understand that
“Goodbye” is carved into my
bones like the initials of lovers
on tree barks.
They will not understand
that the reason “Goodbye”
slips so easily from my lips
is because of a tainted childhood
that I’ve tried so hard to forget.
Maybe, just maybe, if I say it enough
it will lose all of its meaning.
Goodbye.
Goodbye.
Goodbye.
Goodbye.
No.
Every goodbye pulls air out of my lungs
and forces a fist into my stomach.
Fire ignites in my chest and the bags
under my eyes darken.
It takes the color out of my face as if it was
never there.
While he sleeps perfectly still across town,
I will toss and turn.
Nightmares for every dream, darker bags
for every night I lay awake thinking
about the last “goodbye” to escape my
cracked lips.
Goodbye.
Goodbye.
Goodbye.
Goodbye.
He is gone.
His blue eyes, only ever on her, protecting her with just his gaze.

Her eyes always looking away from his, knowing she could give into him so easily.

They were in love, you could see it written all over their faces.

When she looked at him, her eyes were so green, they could turn carbon dioxide into oxygen.
Sickness listens to us sigh.
Sniggering snidely as we die.
Seeking our soul as we comply.

But still I live
And yet I am not alive.
The internal pain
Has struck me again.
Turning me blue
Hating everything I do.
Taking me down
Hearing me drown.

But **** it,
I will never submit.
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