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3.3k · Aug 2013
molly
Naomi Perez Aug 2013
Oh my dear friend molly,
How I love you so.
Always there for me,
Oh sweet molly
A your voice is a drug.
Makes me feel comfortable
Like my sweet friend maryjane
All you need is to spark her up
Shes on fire
Makes you feel worth living
I always hang out with maryjane with friends
Even alone
My mom likes her
My family doesn't
My mom hates molly
For a reason unknow
Maybe because she almost killed me
Molly killed my cousin
I miss her but molly is nicer
Makes you happy right?
My cousin never did
I met maryjane when i was 13
Best day of my life
Happy
The happiest i had been in months
At a party is where i met her
Maryjane is my bestfriend
She introduced me to molly
I blame her sometimes for that
But then i hang with molly and i love her
Molly is fake though
Always nice when shes with you
After she makes you feels bad
Like you need her all the time
As if you cant live without her
Oh sweet maryjane never does this to me
She knows ill always come back to her
But molly has a price too
Makes you happy but then harms you
Please leave molly i cant continue to live with you
Maryjane my savior is the one i look up to
3.1k · Aug 2013
this is the end
Naomi Perez Aug 2013
tears fill your eyes,
this is the beginning
begining of sadness and emptiness
is this the end
you feel broken like a shattered wine glass
is this the end
people around but you feel lonely
is this the end
you start to realize this is not the end
this is the begining
begining of pain
temporary pain
but do you know that yet
that this is temporary
is this the end
you might ask yourself
if it will ever get better but you're convinced it won't
is this the end
the end of life
you are still alive
but you are dead
no feeling
your heart is numb and now I tell myself
this is the end

- n.e.p
596 · Aug 2013
Untitled
Naomi Perez Aug 2013
****** wrists
crooked smiles
     favorite words "I'm fine"
the fear in life
is nonexistent
       life it self is hell
you want to die but don't know how
just take a knife and slash it down
     25 pills to numb the pain
insecure and broken
have you once again come to the conclusion
you're already dead
427 · Aug 2013
Untitled
Naomi Perez Aug 2013
you look in the mirror,
what do you see?
I see a monster,
a monster looking at me.
not emotional
just a bit broken,
very quiet
with few words spoken
how many more bottles will it take,
for this pain to go away?

— The End —