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Move over
do not take so much room
within my head
for soon
I will be dead
give me my space
within my head
for what I am
and what will be
do not take away my toys
let me play on my own
for a while see
I have
to be what I am
and thinking of what words to say
to love you to.
True story.      P@ul.    ***
 Jan 2015 Kate Irons
spacegirlxnx
there were galaxies between us
but you still needed space.
Listen To My Tears

These tears of a million pieces are drowning in your arms,
these tears have a million memories,
save me from self-harm,

This shadow that follows me,
never smiles, no, but I can try but I won't,
because it doesn't feel right,

Because these tears are all I have in me,
every negative thought I have somehow finds me,
It's hard to carry on hiding,
these tears are blinding,

So dissapear, I say this to myself,
I cannot take another long glance at myself,
This poison under my skin,
is the first reason for my bleeding,

Yet my heart keeps beating,
and these tears hoard the feelings,
the ones that I like to hide from you,

All I want to say is I'm sorry,
sorry for hurting me,
I am the one, I betray myself,
and I am my own personal bully,

My number one enemy, it's me thats hurting,
I wish you could see what is happening to me,
this pain is unreal and it makes me peal,
every flaw off of me,
I don't want to hurt me anymore...

That's why I stare at you,
waiting for you to notice more,
and I adore everyone, I truly love you all,
It's me I hated all along... and afterall,
I am so hateful to myself, I can't wait,

To love, to feel like hope is here,
like it's all crystal clear,
But first you need to hear,
Listen to my tears.

By Larna Kira Kourtis AKA LkSkyFlyRose
06/01/15
~Peace~
By LkSkyFlyRose

© 2015 LkSkyFlyRose (All rights reserved)
 Jan 2015 Kate Irons
Nathan Cross
She's smiling, but she's hiding.
Every girl is like the moon,
Parts are almost always hidden.
I learn those parts first,
and just watch the rest.

**-N.C.
 Jan 2015 Kate Irons
Tupelo
Flood
 Jan 2015 Kate Irons
Tupelo
The white linoleum,
Floods this endless maze,
Similar souls in different bodies,
I am simply passing through,
Another cog in the machine,
Eyes pointed up at ceiling,
Watching boxes of light fly by
as if they were windows of sun,
Unfamiliar voices pump positivity,
Promises of my well being,
My head rolls right,
Sight fixed on the dark haired nurse,
Her smile stretches wide,
Unsure where to place it,
She reaches for my arm,
A chill enters my veins,
My body turns to gold,
I drift away,
The sun spotted ceiling fades to black,
You forget how much you love it,
Maybe the pain was worth it,
Anything for her sweet taste again
"I'm trying so hard not to feel so empty, but everything keeps falling through... "

-Indigo Morrison
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