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Delaney Ross Jul 2013
I've got nobody no more.
They all flew out the open door.
I cry,
I cut,
I cry some more,
I lay here dying on the cold hard floor.
My body reeks,
the stench of war.
What am I even fighting for?
My clothes are ripped,
my skin is tore.
It's over now,
of this I'm sure.
"Save me from this life!"
I do implore,
but everyone's still keeping score.
Just one last breath, I say.
One more.
But I know my lungs are much too sore.
Why do I dream,
these dreams of lore?
There's nothing left down in my core.
Just waking up seems the hardest chore.
To just escape,
go to the shore,
it's more than I deserve to ask for.
It seems my cross I've not yet bore,
I wonder if I can take much more.
Please spit, cuss, call me a *****,
and watch me fight my lonely war.
I bet you'll laugh but think me poor.
Don't turn away,
when at my hands
my own blood does pour.
Listen for the lion to roar.
My shame on my arm I've always wore.
Never me, I swear I swore.
Now it's me that I abhor.
Still death leaks from every pore.
It's too late to even think to restore.
One last breath, I say.
None more.
Delaney Ross Jul 2013
Fairytales lost in the fog,
drowning in a sea of smog.
Walking away from your own front lawn,
going, going, going, gone.
Trying to catch the rain in your hands
leaving little puddles on deserted lands.
Wishing to make some dreams out of air,
running hands through windswept hair.
Leave me pacing in the forrest of walls
Send me a picture from WonderFalls?
Delaney Ross Jul 2013
I can't stand this life,
everything's a battle.
Walking on pins and needles;
seen better treatment towards cattle.

One more word,
I swear I'll explode.
My life is a mine field,
switch into survival mode.

Pack up your curse words,
take them far away.
Get rid of your accusations,
I don't have the patience today.

Calling me every name in the book,
telling me to move.
No care at all for my feelings,
don't worry I hate you too.

I've got my warpaint on,
I won't stand and be your target.
My bags are slowly filling.
I'll be leaving when I can, I swear it.
Delaney Ross Nov 2011
When a child is raised in hate,
That’s all it will ever know,
But when raised with hope and love,
Only then will the child grow.

And since I received the former,
Not the latter of the two,
I’ll always be trapped in this dark world,
And I will never understand love like you.

Take my cold heart,
With your soft, tender warm hands.
Lead me somewhere far away,
I can only hear your demands.

Love me fully and completely,
Or it won’t be love to me at all,
Hold my hatred in your hands,
And like sand, away let it fall.

I need love like flowers need sun,
To even feel like I’m alive.
Love or pain is what it takes,
As o’er the cliff you watch me dive.

Hate is all I’ve ever known, boy.
It’s all I’ve ever felt.
But if someone knew just how to love me,
Maybe then my stone heart could melt.

Until I have a love so true,
I will cringe with every cut,
You'd think the pain may bother me,
You may think me just a nut.

But when I find a love,
More than anything I’ve ever known,
Then I’ll leave the world of haters,
And with the lovers, I’ll have grown.
Delaney Ross Nov 2011
I once told you that I loved you.
And I meant that as a challenge,
for you to love me til forever,
and when that's over, love me more.
Because the shape of a heart has no end to it,
and when mine stops beating,
that's not the end to this.
You see, a love so true doesn't die,
shrink,
or fizzle out,
a love like you I will keep forever,
or at least as long as I can.
And trust me darling if I could, I would **** the darkness,
heal the pain,
stop all your storms,
bring you the stars
and silence the noise.
Because I want to hear your every breath,
and your heart beat in tune with mine.
A love like ours,
it deserves every second.
Right?

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