I sit here alone...
in the corner...
crying...

In the next room over...
I hear them laughing...
hysterical laughs...
taunting me...
of what life has neglected to give to me...

I am enough**



…



aren't I?

She is my Angel.

Because she is my Angel;
I know we will never be able to touch,
I know we will never be able to be in each others arms,
I know we will never kiss.
The saddest thing is.  We will never be able to dance.

But I am so very joyful, she came into my life and
Guards my heart and soul day and night.

Yes, I love my Angel.

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She carries
The weight of her world
Upon her small shoulders
Trying to be strong and brave
When really she's dying
On the inside,
Her heart is ready to cave

The pressure
She feels
Everyday
She tries to escape it
If only she could find a way

But she is stuck
Keeping the world from crumbling down

But it crumbles anyway
She cries out for help
But no one comes around

Seeking those lonely ones,
Every step watched, *dark shadows hidden,
Ritual of the **** *planned, prepared, precision,  
Is the key to the departing of life,
All will fear that moment,
Looking behind as well as in front,
Kill or be killed,
Is the reaction to that moment of a death,
Life is in their control,
Let the blood seep,
Every moment is a last lingering  breath,
Right now you realise your **time is up.

Peer behind her eyes
You'll find it a surprise
That she doesn't think of happy sunny days

If you analyze behind her eyes
And look at the secrets she confines
You'll feel an overwhelming sense of pain

Cogs spinning in her mind
Trying to slow down the time
To stop it from ruining and hurrying her life

That smile that she wears
Each and everyday
Is meant to dismiss the fear on her face

She fears the
Tick-tick
Of the clock
Reminding her everyday that

Time comes and goes
Very fast
There's no way to make the moments last
Soon the present will be past
For time is ticking very fast

Once the time catches up
Her whole life will erupt
Into a new era of change
Traditions she used to cherish in her heart
Will never be the same

Arguing*
     with me

Is like
        Arguing

With a
      **BRICK
       WALL

I wanna be your medicine
               To take away your pain
         I need you to take me regularly
To be swallowed whole by you
                              Daily
                  I want you to feel
  That you'd die without me
          And never leaving my side is
     Necessary

          I wanna be your cigarettes
                          To burn for you
     I want you addicted to me
In your mouth constantly
                   I want you to inhale me.
         Every time you
                     Breathe

         I wanna be your music
                     Your drugs
   Your heart and soul
           Your liver and your lungs
I want you to NEED me
             I need to feel that feeling
   The feeling that I'm
                Not just something
                            But everything



Because,
For far too long,
I've felt like nothing.

The sound of your delicate voice still gently resonates in my ears, an infinite reverberation.

Sometimes I still feel your subtle, soothing, yet indescribably powerful and electrifying touch gliding upon my skin, reassuring me
that we will last a lifetime
and then some.

Now and then, a warm breeze swifts through the air.
A sweet aroma of calming familiarity, that only makes me think of you.

Often times I see little reminders of you;
bits and pieces of you that sneaked into my life that I had never noticed.

Every once in a while; a flavor that is closely acquainted with my under spoken tongue seems to find it's way back into my mouth, tasting like a sugary sweet, cooling and careless

piece of you.