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Every move I make feels as though I leave my skin behind,
Stripped raw and left to be criticized.
Every word she speaks drives to my core to brand it
And reminds me of her brilliance.
I can't readily command it
But without her I would feel nothing.
Run
Every time I write
It starts in a good way
Sooner rather than later
It begins to decay
By the last word
It's as black as my soul
No longer a diamond
Now a fresh piece of coal

More evil than Satan
Don't you even start hatin'
Always bringing me down
Far under the ground
I’m six feet underground
Hear that empty sound
It's the noise my chest makes
As blood circles around

Thanks to you I'm now heartless
You crushed all my spirit
Don't start with your ****
I don't want to hear it
Spilling from your lips
The truth is denied
Back out of that corner
There's nowhere to hide

You made me what I now am
It's crystal to see
You lied every time
You said you loved me
I told the truth every time
Every kiss was sincere
Now I'm wasting away
Hiding in fear

What did I do
To deserve all this pain
I drained every drop
Of blood from my veins
Slice into my arm
I'll cause myself harm
This is all the memory of you
Pushes me to do

This is the end
We'll never be friends
You had your chance
Never again
Always keep an eye open
Never turn your back
Don't give me a reason
I won't hesitate to act

End of your move
Game, set, and match
I never look back
Batten down the hatch
Now it's my turn
Get the ammo, load the gun
I'm on my way now
Run, girl, run

I have been fighting
An ever pointless war
My heart was ripped away
Ripped right from the core
Your whispered words
Shredded away
No longer alive
No breath left to stay

Behind the mask
It’s your face I see
I won’t let myself forget
But I will always regret
I’ll always be the shadow
Lurking behind your door
Waiting to throw you
Down to the floor

Run, now
Get out of my face
I've finally had enough
This is the end of your race
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Faith
"Stop."
she says as I put the blade to my wrist
but I cannot stop

"Stop."*
she says as I sink my teeth into my thumb again
but I cannot stop

the pain is addicting
but what do you do when it becomes a drug?
I very well felt possessed by the hatred that overcame me
Quite a drastic change from that echo of desire
If I could just believe in heaven I’d feel compelled to segregate my soul
Because nothing could be divine in the absence of a fire

My fear is extinguished by your touch
Your body remains in memory, consumed
Abandoned by your blood - a poison yet to desecrate
As though you are the first to feel deception
The first to be overwhelmed by anger
The first to have an animal tear through your skin from inside
But remain chained to your heart
Cursed to wander in your shadow
Or else rip it out
Or else remain suppressed and sleep
Which is in its nature?
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furies
Hate
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furies
I hate myself
and my blandness.
I hate my hair
and my sadness.
I hate my nose
and my bruteness.
I hate my feet
and my bitterness.
I hate my legs
and my desperateness.
I hate my wrists
and my selfconsciousness.

Perfection
Beauty
Happy
Brilliance
Selfless
Excitement

Nothing.
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JMO
1/25/14
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JMO
I wish I knew how to explain this.
This feeling of disgust and emptiness.
I didn't even look at myself in the mirror once today.
I knew my reflection would only make this feeling
more prominent.

People say I'm
beautiful
and
thinner
than I once was,
but I don't see it.

I pretend I do, but
I don't.

I don't know what I'm doing with my life.
My journey through my depression
The unloved ones
Are trying to complain
About their life
And how sad they are..
They're trying to recover
But it's difficult
They're trying to get better
But it's impossible

(m.v.a)
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