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 Jan 2015
WickedHope
why do stale tears taste like the most haunting memories...
 Jan 2015
WickedHope
hahaha
silly girl
silly girl
what are you doing
this is all a dream
no matter
no matter
there will always be blood
in the street
on your hands
you think behind closed doors
you're invisible
but no
you're not
you're just behind a door
they'll open it and
see you
they will see you  
but it's a dream
because you don't matter
why did you collect it all
pooling around their vacant bodies
you paint the white walls
the same thing
each time
you paint a rose
but the rose never stays
it runs red
with the blood you use
because the greatest lie
is that you're in a dream
**when you are the nightmare
no no no no no no no
 Jan 2015
WickedHope
I wish there was an easier way to explain my feelings.
I'm the kind of person who doesn't get a second glance,
I am the girl who looks familiar but is a forgotten name.
But these past couple of days, you've made me feel like
more,
more than that.

More than me.
 Jan 2015
WickedHope
I wish I was the one

who prepared

your meals,

so

I could spit in them.
If only you ate.
We're a couple of anorexic *******, aren't we?
 Jan 2015
WickedHope
I miss your arms on my sides,
And you biting my lips at night.

Remember that day on the beach?
We didn't see a ray of sun in that tent.

Your hair always smelt like oranges
And you tasted like peppermint.
I would always play with your ears
While you toyed with my fingers.

You had this funny way of getting me
To open up for you, my heart, my legs.

When I inflicted damage onto us,
You were the patient repairman;
I was the pain for your scream,
And you were the sorrow for my tears.

Somehow we made sense...
Until the day dream ended.
I'd need like, a year to explain all of this.
It's fictitious but isn't. Not at all.
 Jan 2015
WickedHope
won't you pick up,
answer your phone,
and keep your promises


for once?
why do i cling
to toxic things?
 Jan 2015
WickedHope
Why is my skin
                         a    c    h    i    n    g
               for you
                            when
                                                everything about you
          should
                      r    e    p    u    l    s    e
       me?
I can't.
 Jan 2015
WickedHope
Why is it
The sluttier I dress
The more you all
Accept me?
Fml.
 Jan 2015
WickedHope
Why'd you have to drop it?

**** thing wasn't already broken enough?
You don't even want to know.
I'm just lonely and hurting.
 Jan 2015
WickedHope
When the cool metal
of my necklaces rests
on my breast
and I shiver,
I wonder if this is what
my heart feels like?
Ummm...
Whatever.
It's not like any of you even read my notes.
 Jan 2015
WickedHope
"What's it like to always love,
And never be loved in return?
"
She asked me.

I told her,
"You feel like the sun, a star,
Warm in cold space,
And you can see the other stars all about you,
But you can't reach any of them.

It's like being the last kid picked for the team,
Except you're never picked;
You're a spectator, but not by choice.

You're a kitten in the 'FREE' box,
Abandoned on the side of the road.
A great idea, but not many seem
To actually want you,
Everything you get is pity.
"
Oh, hi. And stuff.
 Jan 2015
Lianna Walters
I’m so, so, so, sorry.*
I tried.
I tried to save them.
But once they had their minds made up….
It was like trying to change someone’s mind
Once they were already in a freefall.
Who says we live and we learn like it’s a fact of life?
If it was a fact of life, they’d still be here.
Don’t you dare try to give me that *******.
It is true, however, the phrase *life isn’t fair.

No, it’s not.
How is it fair that they’re both dead and I’m still here?
How is it fair that I was the last person they spoke to?
How is it fair that each of their dying wishes was for me to save the other?
How is that fair, tell me!
I once told him it’s okay not to know everything,
But this is ridiculous!
I just don’t know anymore.
I just don’t know.
Neither did they.
And look where they are.
Two of my closest friends committed suicide last night....
I don't know how I'm gonna make it......
Rest in Peace Amanda and Connor
 Jan 2015
WickedHope
Why do we have to play this game
of who can hurt me more?

I'm your disfigured mannequin
and everyone else's little toy.
If you all keep threatening to slit my throat,
I might just do it for you.
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