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Johnnie Rae Oct 2013
Your voice. Your words.
Things that preach cacophonies
of glass shattering
waterfalls of broken things
never to be repaired
minds spiral into a fit
of uncontrollable laughter when
they hear you cry for help.
You are not the victim here,
nor were you, ever.
So stop the song and dance,
and don't quit your day job
for while you think you've changed,
and can fly higher now,
you'll go no where
weighed down by the things you've
gotten your heart tangled up in
transfixed on the idea of holding on.
But see that's the thing about
this world in which we're stuck
most of the things we think do us good,
are the things that slowly tear us down
Written about a boy whose trapped his feelings and won't let them go.
Johnnie Rae Oct 2013
It's 11:17 AM, and my mind is thinking all the wrong things.
My thoughts are doing somersaults,
And I've got no one to blame but myself
Johnnie Rae Oct 2013
Till death, my love.
Till death do us part.
Through thick and thin,
bones and blood,
nicotine and temporary highs,
we'll make it through it all,
because we know that none of it
ever really mattered.

Till death do we part,
because it would bring too much pain before,
and we know that together,
we could scale mountains,
while only struggling up inclines,
when apart.

What, my darling,
is a rose without its thorn?
what source of protection does it have?
how long shall it live,
without its immunity?
without its lifeline?
not long, in reality.

Till death do us part,
for without you,
I'm simply a rose,
lacking thorns.
Johnnie Rae Oct 2013
Oh, darling.

Sweet one, you've not a clue,
of the things I wish.

The things,
the things I wish upon you.

Maybe not then, but definitely now,
after all that you've put me through.

May you wake on a bed of nails,
and watch in horror as they press into your skin.

May your hair catch fire and burn to your scalp,
oh darling, may you never have hair again.

I'm done wishing well,
and hoping things work out.

The strings inside this girl have broken,
may the unraveling begin.
Done with being nice. and trying to forget.
Johnnie Rae Oct 2013
It's like,
It's like I look in the mirror,
and don't recognize the face staring
back at me
nicotine addiction and,
parents screaming
these things,
they now define me.
I don't know of a time when they didn't.
I don't know of a time when they won't.
Brighter horizons,
these things seem non-existent.
I'm stuck in a never ending whirlpool,
of who I'd like to be,
or, who I'm supposed to be.

Who I was.
Johnnie Rae Sep 2013
And as those lights twinkled in the sky,
we knew, we were meant for something,
and that those stars were our guide
Johnnie Rae Aug 2013
Sometimes...
Sometimes I just don't understand.
why in a world of colors
My heart is black.
Blacker than storm clouds on a day sent from hell,  
Where rain falls,
And that's the only thing
That can camouflage my tears.  
Blacker than deep waters,
Where the only incentive is to drown.
My soul is a hollowed out hole,
where the demons in me seek comfort
and none of these words could
even begin to describe this hell,
where I am trapped to live in this shell
of a body that I just want to get out,
and live and breathe as someone else.
This heat bears down on an unforgiving earth, yet I'm still cold.
This cold radiates from within me,
Turning my heart to ice,
And my soul to stone.

And he's the only one who can save me from myself.
I just don't know anymore
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