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He called me beautiful
And I wouldn’t have believed him if not
For the hurt in his eyes when I laughed in his face
Left in a truck with all the Windows shut. Stuck myself in a garage with the music up. Start the car and wait watching, dioxide is the dependency im depending on to keep me from pretending to be happy. Deep breaths in, feeling the poisen seeping in, cutting deep within the life ive lived without. It screams as its torn out.
Looking for an error
No this aint terror

Some might say it is
But they never truly see

Sometimes they occur
Without thunder

She's my the rider
I'm her passenger

These colours of mine
Are all hers
For her to cherish

Only she
Shall keep the taste

Only she's
Gonna make me rain

Only her love
Makes me shine again
I am not pretty
I am not ugly
I am not fat
nor am I skinny

I'm not living
but I'm not dead
I am sleepin
but even when i'm not
feel like I'm dreamin

Things be to bright
but I guess
my souls just to gloomy
Feel trapped
when it's plenty roomy

I am here
but I'm also where
I was
an where I might be
If I keep on sailing
this sea

Up and down
spinning around
look like a professor
feel like a clown

Guess I could do better
but it's like cutting leather

They think I'm sane
so I say I'm ok
but I don't know if
this is right in the brain

Can't see what other people think
maybe everyone has these quirks and kinks

I am here
But really I've dissapeared
Kinda a song...
Before you eat that..
Take a look in a mirror
and tell me what you see.

I see One-Hundred fourty three pounds of fat
Staring back at me.
I haven’t even eat in two days,Β Β 
How can this be?
That I look bigger today
Than I looked last week ...

My tragic love life is filled with sadness and pain,
It could very well be explained by the amount that I weigh!
Before you eat again,
Take a look in the mirror and tell me this,
What amount of food means more than your bliss?
Repetend gerent war ashes
Laspe humanity plume the
White heat lyre of Benu and
Sin actuates titonomachia quarrelling
Over the actinic lymph mother, Gaia
Succumbing unto the familiar solstice
Of Pandora's box wist' nights
Ricketiness randan morn' curtail
The nebulous clouds of lauded occidere
Homeric laughter to stick in ones gizzard
Sans the wraith brazen head to steal
A march upon forty feeding like one
On the vegetable lamb of Tartary
Ridding annulment.


ELEETE J MUIR
I'm telling you,
that if you feel an inkling that they are violent,
they make you scared,
they threaten you,
isolate you,
if they will love you to death
and not the romantic sort of love-you-to-death,
the scary, dark, horror-fueled death,
the one that makes your hair stand on edge when they enter a room sort of death,
leave you walking on egg-shells death,
their voices are glass covered in glitter death,
if they are your father, mother, step-dad, sister, best friend, roommate
anything or more,
leave.

They aren't worth your life.
Please, if you know of anyone experiencing abuse in ANY shape or form, make it known to the authorities!
A lovely, young, beautiful friend of my family was murdered today. Jodie was stabbed to death and left behind a beautiful daughter and husband. I can't imagine how her mother is coping with the loss of Jodie, she was an absolute ball of light and hope.
This is for Jodie.
I hope you're having a glass of prosecco up there.
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