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If you wish to tear me down
Tell me you love me
And never speak to me again

If you wish to break my heart
Make me a promise
And destroy it in the end

If you wish to make me fall
Tell me I'm worth it
Give me truth, not just dare

If you wish to call me yours
Be there at my lowest
And show me that you care
 Oct 2015 Kristina Morgan
penn
I'm scared of myself 'cause I hear voices in my head,
Telling me when I'm wrong, saying I should be dead,
The voices question my sanity until even I think I'm crazy
They tell me that I'm all alone, that no one stands by me,
They say I'm unwanted and feed on my fears,
They claim that when I cry no one sees or hears my tears,
That no one cares when I cry,
That no one will miss me when I die
And no one truly loves me even my own wife.
When I'm angry or sad, they whisper in my ear
To eliminate the source of my pain, but I choose not to hear
Because I don't want to hurt anyone, to ****,
So then they tell me I should die, but I live through sheer will,
Hope that one day I'll wake up and the voices will be gone,
But I don't see how - they've been with me so long,
Questioning everything about me 'til I think I'm the worst,
Saying that the worst day in history was the day of my birth
The voices hurt me mentally, emotionally,
Sometimes they even hurt me physically
It's hard to live with them, to share my mind,
To feel like my brain isn't even mine,
To fight them off, to hold them at bay,
To try and be normal, push those voices away
I know I could tell someone, ask for help from them,
But that may prove to be a bit of a problem -
They may lock me up, calling me "crazy",
Tell me that I'm insane, a danger to me,
So I'll keep it inside, keep this secret shut away,
And keep on trying to live my life everyday
'Cause I'm not insane, I know what this is:
The only thing wrong with me is that : I'm schizophrenic that everyone hate.
Letting you go
Tearing the limbs from my torso
I can't tell you how
Agonizing it is

Ripping you away gently
Bleeding you out from my life
It's killing me

But

I know it's the wisest option
To let you go
Because through the suffering

We learn the best about ourselves
And learn how to love each other again
Thought I could trust you.
Cause you always said
I will never hurt you.
The shadows against your skin, the light that hits your
      breast,
    

       perfection in your curves my lips softly touch your
      chest.
    

       Slowly kissing towards your neck, your hips pressed
      hard against my own.
    

      I trace your neck with my tongue and you beg me to go down.
    

      Nothing left on your body but your thong red as sin.
    

      I slowly pull them off, my lips follow down your skin.
    

      Hands grasping on your hips, teasing your inner thigh.
    

      Soft bites followed by kisses, I move closer, close your
      eyes...
    

      Legs resting on my shoulders, my hands all over your
      silhouette
    

      Your nails dig into my skin, my tongue has you dripping wet.
    

      ******* softly on your ****, nibbling on your lower lips.
    

      Licking from the bottom, going up, as you tighten up your
      hips.
    

      I feel every muscle tighten while my fingers are inside.
    

      A sigh of extesy when you *** the first time.
    

      I move up towards your breast as I bite and nibble on the
      ***.
    

      I pin your hands down, hips grinding, with my **** on your
      ****.
    

      Teasing you with the head, gliding it in nice and slow.
    

      Your back arches, I push harder, I love hearing you moan.
    

      You smile and bite your lower lip trying not to scream,
    

      Leaving marks down my back, take reality from a dream.
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Is it too much to ask for you to talk to me?
I just want to hear your voice again,
To hear that you still care.

Instead you cast me aside
As if I was nothing.
Not your friend,
Not your enemy,
Just an empty shell of what used to be
The girl of your dreams.

Saying we can be friends
Usually means just that.

Instead you decide to never call,
Text,
Email,
Nothing.

If I am nothing to you,
Why do you still mean so much to me?
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