It's past my bed time and for the sixth time this night I find myself writing about her in my worn-out journal, but how can't I ?
I tend to be passionately attracted to ****** up people, those who are chaotic and whose language is beautiful bizarreness
She didn't try to fix me,
We didn't try to fix each other
She even had me thinking we were for one another…
And that's why my mind,body,and soul craved her so desperately…
She's tragically beautiful,
and I am cursed with being fatally attracted to her as my muse
Not that she made me feel less ****** up, she just made me feel okay with being ****** up
Not that she made me feel human, she just made me feel okay with being inhuman
We shared ourselves far beyond what was common, for our minds begged to interwind
She taught me how to make love without having to touch
She made love with nothing but words, and aroused me more than any other naked body would
She loves the taste of my tears, and embraces all my fears
She even knows how to turn my pain into art,
and then I wonder why she's taking over my heart?
She's the perfect example that not everything in life is sweet, but she tastes  oh so sweet…
                                                          ­                             - F. V.

"See you tomorrow"
as if he hadn't just killed me and left me barely alive,
as if he hadn't just left me agonizing,
as if I'd be able to walk with all the pain in my inner thigh…

Looking at my ****** in the eye

How the **** are you unashamed?
What even made you think it was okay ?
Am I suppose to wear a "Don't touch" sign ?

Why'd you have to turn my own mother against me ?
Why'd you have to make me feel like I had no control over my own body?
Can't you see that I'm private property?

As if I'd be able to see after this,
as if I'd be able to even have the desire to feel after this,
as if I'd be capable of seeing the sun shine on its brightest days after this…

My body won't have any capability after this,
My body was no longer mine after this...

Don't trust your eyes cause they can deceive you
they'll make you believe you, as if you couldn't be you
and the monsters in my room are a perfect example
"American Dream" another example
Pathological liars… Why are we all being lied to ?
Things that were there weren't really there,
and it was all because I was unaware
My mind is louder than the monsters in my closet,
but aren't they also part of it ?
Self-created psychosis, fed by our shared demons
because these people…
And my people are in pain, and all you do is sit and pray
Do you not see that you're the prey ?
because these people have a blindfold that's made up of fears,
now covered in tears
Why are we making them so omnipotent?
Are you unaware that we're all fucken human?
All just as powerful
All just as evil
What is even "superior"?
Now look, you've made the devils so superior
You've made God so superior, you even make him sound evil
Don't you see that all you do is empower them,
when all they do is unpower one
Can't you see that we are one?
They're nothing without the people being something
We're living in a lie because were made believe that if we cant beat them we gotta join em',
but that's just their form of brainwashment
So are you with me when I say that I don't get it?
That I don't get the violence,
what ever happened to the kindness?
were suppose to be united
but Twain was so right…
we might just be "The Lowest Animal"…                                -Frida V.