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  Aug 2014 Maria Villalta
Just Melz
Gold at the end of the rainbow
Smoke flowing out of the fire
Rain falling from dark clouds
Washing away what's left of desire
True Red, bleeding out blood
True Blue, tears soaked through
Truly Purple, royal people,
Brains and thoughts all their own
Yet becoming more the unknown
Less in life, more in death
Gotta die,  
Before someone hears your breath.
Words mean nothing
If their still here to write more
When they're gone
"Quoth the Raven 'Nevermore'"
Maria Villalta Aug 2014
I remember when I was just a kid,
playing video games and dancing rock n' roll.
I remember all the happiness I had,
doing the stuff I used to like.

But one day everything became dark,
****** thoughts and sadness all night.
My mom asked me why I was sad,
I didn't know what to reply.

I have the urge to see blood,
running through my arms.
The pain I feel is inexplicable,
I don't even think you would understand.

But that's just me being alive,
I guess I am just alive outside.
I am dealing with this pain all night,
because I am just dead inside.

(m.v.a)
  Aug 2014 Maria Villalta
bambi
I am the one
Who sat with you
And held your body
While you sobbed

I am the one
Who came to your house
At four in the morning
So you wouldn't be alone

I am the one
Who wiped your tears
And fixed your makeup
Behind the school at prom

I am not the one
Who is to blame
For any of the causes
Of your sorrow

And I will not be the one
To watch you fall
Or succumb
To this darkness
I am so frustrated because someone I love dearly refuses to ask for help. I know what depression is like and I know what the suicidal feeling is like you do not get to tell me I don't understand I understand **** well and I swear by god you can get through it because I did. So let me help you, you ****** selfish fool.

(I'm venting. Sorry.)
Maria Villalta Aug 2014
isn't it ironic that happiness is
something humans need?
We spend our life
looking for it.

The definition of happiness
is different for each of us.
For some people being happy
means love themselves.

For other people being happy
means being rich.
And for other people death
is their only happiness.

(m.v.a)
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