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Everyone thinks they can name me.

Hannah.

Daughter, sister, student.

Niece, neighbor, friend.

But my name, my name, hasn't been foretold
and never will
because my name
is Nobody.

What's yours?
I bit my lip
It bled.
The blood trickled down
I desire your touch.
I desire you.
I wish you could see
Im like a loverboy with a sign
Making my love for you so obvious.
Im not average.
I wanna show you
What i can be.
Its just...
Im sorry
I love you
Don't let him in
Guard the entrance
Don't let the door to your heart
Open again

Don't give him the key
Don't give him a hand
Keep him out
Ignore the man

You know how it'll end
All alone again
Left naked on the floor
Not caring anymore

A lifeless doll
And empty shell
Is what will be left
When he leaves you in hell

So don't let him in
Don't let him see
How much his presence
Actually means

Run away from the feelings
Don't realize that they're here
But pushing him away
Is something you don't dare

Think with your head
Don't listen to the heart
The head it protects you
From falling apart

But what if he comes closer
What if he wont keep the distance
What if he wants to know
So many different things about you

What if he wants to talk
Just to hear your voice
What if he gives you a lot
Of his sacred free-time

He doesn't bring flowers
Neither pay your bill
But the more he talks
The more you loose your will

But don't let him in
Don't let him see
How much his presence
Actually means

This is the things
Which my head says
To my confused  little heart
When it slowly awakes
just something I randomly wrote..
You agitate, I soothe

I laugh, you cry

You procrastinate, I plan

I toil, you sleep

You mingle, I retreat

I reach, you blench

You deceive, I release

I purify, you violate

You mystify, I enlighten

I grow, You shrink

You ignore, I explore

I create, you destroy

You devour, I nibble

I give, you take

You walk, I run

I defend, you assault

You subtract, I add

*I love, you hate
Michael Lucio ©
Greet the girl in the street,
Give her a hug:
Please give her something to eat,
A tea in a mug;

She's got a lot of trouble,
That's why she's on drugs:
Probably been ***** in the struggle,
By some viscious thugs;

She looks into your eyes
To see what you've got:
She's heard too many lies,
Her dignity she has lost;

The society despises her,
But if only they knew
Her aches and fear,
They'd change their point of view;

She probably ran from her family
Or an abusive father:
Or couldn't stand a certain tragedy,
Therefore she runs far;

If her being out there
Is caused by her folly,
Life can be unfair,
And how many are holy?

Imagine what kind words would do,
When spoken from a compassionate heart:
It could bring nourishment to you,
And healing to a broken heart;

So do not judge the girl in the street,
Please do not hurt her:
Do not see her as prey or meat,
If you can't help,then stay afar.
You know there many homeless drug addicts in the street who feel helpless. These people need love affection and rehabilitation not further abuse.
I'm not sure I'm even sad anymore by the technical definition of the word-
I think I just am tired of waking up to the same smells, the same sounds, the same loneliness that has become my best friend-

They say you get addicted to a certain type of sadness, but that could be just a lyric in a song I heard once-
I find myself dismissing the ideas of sunshine and wishing for the rain-
I find myself driving across state lines tossing my cell out the window and letting my darker than normal hair fly in the wind as I drive with no end goals-

I am sure I'm not sad anymore I just hate routine and want to disappear for a while-
My doctor wants to put me on anti-depressants but I flipped him off and screamed anarchy as I walked out that door-

One day I'll have the courage to say goodbye to everything I've ever known-
I'll color my hair and wear tight pants because I can do what I want-
I'll drink midori sours in the morning and sleep in my car-

My doctor called me reckless and insane -
My parents called me immature and needed to grow up-
My friends told me I'm depressed and keep trying to reassure me I won't die alone-
I say I don't give a **** anymore; let the wild take me and set me free-
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