Make-up hides all,
Under the coverup your,
One big bruise,
Why
Would you let someone,
Do this to you?
Better yet,
Who would do this to you?
Him...
He would,
Because he's reckless,
And he doesn't care.
He abuses,
The weak,
But you are strong,
Put him in his place,
Put him where he belongs
Because deep inside,
He knows he is wrong.

I see beauty in scars,
I see beauty in emotions,
Because it shows all you've been through,
And all that you've gained,

I see beauty in scars,
Because they show you've lived
Through the good and the bad,
The happy, as well as the sad,
That you've lived through it all,
And that you came out strong, on the other side of it all,

They show you've been hurt,
But your also strong enough to heal,
They make you stronger,

I've always believed that,
And I'll always live to make it true.

Welcome to the place you’ll find me sitting
helplessly trying to find a way out.
The place you’ll never want to visit again,
you’ll run, at full speed wishing you’d never
said it would be okay for me to
open up and let you see the insides of my
horribly damaged head,
and instead, never brought up the subject
but only find yourself back where you started in this maze
of desperate uncertainty,  
because in this place lies carcasses of dreams
abandoned but never forgotten,
my knobby knees and shaking fingers
just haven’t yet found the strength
to put them back together again.
I've arranged them in patterns that resemble broken things
like china dolls with cracked smiles
and butterfly amputees, this is no picnic.
I am sorry for the horror you will see
in the depths of my cerebral cortex,
I never imagined you’d actually step inside,
and now here you are clawing your eyes out
right beside me screaming at the top
of hoarse lungs and pleading with sad eyes
now just barely bleeding, for a way out,
with a tone just below sad whisper I tell you
I’ve yet to find a ship off of the island of misfit toys,
and for now, you’re just as hopeless as you
found me to be in the beginning.
Just remember you provided the gun and ammunition,
I only loaded it, and gave you a taste for
the possibility of an ending.
I never tempted you with the idea of destruction,
only provided you with its breeding ground
and that's not something I can help or even change.
you've now seen the depths of hell
and men have said it leaves one blind
even if it does come in the shape and size of panic attacks
pain killers, ***, and a heart rate that laughs at the word fast,
races beyond it, bearing sharp teeth and a smile,
swallows me up like the ever raging sea.
My body was not built for this type of misery,
my skin cracking and my kneecaps knocking
like a sort of secret police to tell me
that it's getting out of hand again.
Marionettes sewn straight into skin,
dancing just like all the other puppets
we live a life of lavish lamentation and hold up
bronze metals just for showing up and sticking around.
How much does life mean now?
Do not tell me I am not suffering because now
you have seen it and it will never leave your memory.
I bestow this upon you because you chose not to take me seriously.
This is a message from the island of misfit toys,
I may seem like I'm keeping it together just fine,
but beyond every door lies a secret,
beyond every shining light, a shadow
and beyond every smile, someone is broken.

I'll admit,*
      That I am,
Just a fool
        *for you..

You're cold like the arctic,
yet somehow, you scorch all you touch.
burning like the whiskey in the back of my throat,
only to leave me numb like the percocet,
I'd hidden away for the next time you decided
to make me feel
like leaving my body.

your side effects vary.
but I just seem to keep coming back.
you've got me hooked like you're nicotine.
and I've been smoking all your lies,
so you can ignite me from the inside,
I've been inhaling kerosene.

Once you're here,
I'm sure I'll drown in your love,
your kiss will be like candy,
I won't ever get enough,

Your touch,
Running electricity through my veins,
you're like my drug,
I'm so easily addicted to you,

Hold my heart,  
It's beating for you anyway,

Your love,
is like life support,
keeping me alive,
and if thats the case,
I know I'll survive.

Little birdy,
Take me away,
So I won't have to
Face the day
Little birdy,
Take me,
To a better place,
One not filled regret
and sorrow,
Little birdy,
Little birdy,
Where will you go today,
Sometimes I wish
I could fly away,
Oh little birdy
little birdy,
Take me away.

You were my first, and last love.
I took you for granted
forgot that building blocks only last
as long as their makers do
and we were doomed.
Fragile enough to shatter
under the weight of a single atom,
foolish of me to think you wouldn't
be crushed under the sheer mass
of impending forevers.
Sometimes, we just aren't happy
with what we've got.
Now as I burn,
so do our bridges,
and what we are left with,
merely ashes.

Sitting here again,
Im sitting here, daydreaming about us again,
Thinking of how I want you to hold me, and just never let go,
Show me you love me,
Really let me know,

Thinking,
Of all the tender words that would escape your lips,
Thinking of how I love the way you say my name,
Thinking of all the trips we'd take,
To the woods, fingers laced together, holding eachother in the shady haven,
Just knowing that the touch of your lips would make me shiver,
Oh god, I simply can't wait for December,
The icy air, being my excuse for clinging to you,
Although I don't think you'd really care,
Can we fast forward, and be together?
The wait will be worth it, and I know it,
But I still wish time would move a bit faster,
Counting the months until your arrival,
I really can't wait, to see that smile,
In person,

Sitting here, daydreaming about us,
And I think, I really think,
This is the perfect love,
No matter the distance,
No matter the difference,
I love you,

And I'm the luckiest girl in the world, to have you say you love me too.

Handle me haphazardly,
as I scream out all the names,
of which you've slowly forgotten.
We're tightly knit,
in the same orbit,
of which you shatter bone,
and I break skin.

I had never noticed,
the way the dark circles accentuated,
your once dull eyes.  
You had always hid behind bruises,
and ill fitting alibis.

You were always the destructive type.
plucking  petals off of every daisy you found.
reciting silly rhymes to predict
whether that one person loved you back,
or you were just wasting time.
I can't imagine how many times those petals have,

lied.

And as those lights twinkled in the sky,
we knew, we were meant for something,
and that those stars were our guide