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She
She is alone
She is sad
She is hopeless
She is depressed
She is cutting
She is suicidal
She is ignored
She is lost
She isn't understood

She screams and shouts
Yet, no words will come out

She is tired of fighting
She is tired of breathing

And worst of all that she is me
Home - A place of rest.
A place of faith.
A place where my family once lived.
A place of dance.
A place of song.
A place where we all sing along.
A place music is written for an instrument not itself.

However, once a place where these joys resided, now wakes only death and sorrow.

A place of enemies.
A place of crying

A place of argueing.
A place where the song written is written to hurt.

A place in which my soul has died.
A place in which I can't reside.

A place in which my anger dwells.
A place that is a living hell.
He says its mine,
I say it's his!
This isn't fine...
How mad this is!
I miss our life together
He thinks he is better.

Really, I'm better off without
Without thinking of him
I don't need to shout
To be heard, I'm not dim
Don't let me forget
Don't let me regret

But let's be honest, I can't be kind
I won't even try.
I'm not going to rewind
I won't take your mind
I'm not letting go
But I'm not going to show

I'm not going to show you who I am
Because when you had the opportunity, you ran...
 Aug 2013 Lady Annabelle
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One Look
 Aug 2013 Lady Annabelle
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It's way past seven
Still haven't slept
All I'm thinking of
Is him and his face
The way I fall
Into day dreams
Escaping reality
For what feels like
Absolute eternity

He makes it worth the time
And the moments of
Constant lust
Like a ghost
Sending chills
Down my spine

****, I can feel the cold
Like his hands travel down
And touch all over my skin
This one really knows
Every trick in the book
Stole my heart
With just
One look
© Natali Veronica 2013.
 Jul 2013 Lady Annabelle
AJ
"There's nothing you can do that I haven't already done to myself."
I can dance naked to MSI if I really want to.
I really do want to.
That song awakens my inner stripper.
I'm making a tattoo appointment for this week.
Going to get a semicolon on my suicide scar so I never forget,
That I was once a dumb teenager
Who had more courage than I do right this second.
It makes me panic to think that they don't call english muffins
English muffins in England.
Two types of muffins?
Who would've thought?
It gives me anxiety.
My computer keeps translating all my pages into Polish.
Nie wiem nic.
Strange thing, but I don't mind.
I need more coffee,
Possibly *****,
But most likely coffee.
Jacob is going through a new phase,
And I will wonder if it'll last a few more months,
Till he turns four.
"You can't do that"
"Aaaaactually..... I can."
Aaaaaactually you can't munchkin.
But you keep reminding me you're not a munchkin,
You're a boy.
Silly boy.
Silly me.
but i'm not 'okay' enough to ask
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