I swear laughter is medicine

If you touch me
Do it gently
If you hug me
Do it tightly
If you leave me
Do it quickly
If you stay with me
Do it forever.

Green dances like waves around her wide pupils, eyes lashes like curved feathers graze the top of her eyelid.

Flaming orange spirals from her beautiful mind down to the end of her back.

A canvas
Her face resembled as the flecks of freckles formed a gorgeous piece art.

Her body was as though it was sculptured carefully to put on display in greek goddess section of the museum

Sadly it wasn't
Instead her body was forcefully abused and harmed as it wasn't societys shallow idea of beauty

She wasn't tan
She wasn't blonde or brunette
Just a pale ginger.

She considered herself to be hideous

She became weak
Vunerable
Easy

It wasn't her fault
She needed the money
She lacked self esteem
And so selling her body gave her the worth and attention she never had.

Beaten
Hurt
*****

Her life was gone
The green waves in her eyes stop dancing
The lashes were now harsh lumps of dried mascara
Her beautiful hair was bleached blonde, frayed and cut.

And her body was now just another puppet to an old mans torture.

Sunsets remind me that there is still such thing as a beautiful ending

Do you ever just feel empty?
As though your veins are hollow and insides are nothing but air?
As though you look at yourself but you dont see any colour
Like you are feeling so much that you've just stopped feeling at all?

Because thats how I feel right now
Hopefully it wont last for long

Chest full to the brim
Waterfalls spill over

You pick up the piece
There falls another

While bending to help
I see scissors on my lover
Laid in his hands
The blood provides cover

You cut out a piece
There falls another

With tired eyes
I look to you and say
"Thanks for putting me back together".

Life is something we all share, Just like oxygen, in the air. The way we live it, is up to us, With a negative or with a plus.

Life is something, we should cherish, We never know, when we'll perish. Live each and every single day, Smell the flowers, stop and play.

Life is something, we've been blessed, Choice is yours, choose your quest. Follow your passions, and you'll be fine, With the right attitude, you will shine.

You creep me the **** out okay

Roll forward
Clench the cutch
I look at you and
How I love you so much

Tight in my grip
I feel your nails slip
Digging deep
Digging hard
She says to me
He left me a card

Last night
I met two people
As opposite as can be
One outgoing, funny and talkative
The other shy, sweet and quiet
But somehow they still worked as a couple
In fact they seemed to get along better than most couples you would think to be perfect

This goes to show
Its not who you end up with
Its how you ended up with them

Have you ever seen yourself
Have you ever actually realised how beautiful you really are
Of course you haven't
You've only seen captures
Glances
Relfections and fragments
Of who you really are

Maybe thats why you find it so hard to believe that to me
You are gorgeous no matter what you see

I used to have a depressed bipolar and strange step dad
I have nothing against depression or bipolar and strange people
But this guy made me hate humanity

He was munipulative and agressive

He would beat us and then tell my mum it was an accident

We were only 4-9 years old, we weren't going to speak up.

The thing that gets me is that he managed to get my mother to love him so much, that no matter what he did
She would believe his lies

She would choose him over us

I actually hated her at one stage

But one day we come home and hes gone.
Pills are laying on the bed
Alot of them.
And half of the packages were empty.

My mum freaked
She stayed up all night worrying
And worrying
And worrying
About that *******

When finally at four in the morning
One of her calls is finally answered by his phone
Its a woman that answers
She says "hello"
"Oh uh okay, let me get him for you."
"Baby theres someone on the phone for you"

My mum hangs up before she talks to him..
The ******* **** faked his own death to run away with another woman


And if I ever see him again
Id be glad to beat the **** out of him

My mum was like pretty upset for a year but moved on after that
It was hard for her
It was hard for everyone

But Im pretty glad hes out of our lives now.

Sick of being the ugly friend
Sick of being the friend noone cares about
Sick of being the friend that has to try because noone else makes an effort
Sick of trying to help but being taken for granted
Sick of being the friend that always walks on the grass
Sick of being the friend thats last to get invited
Sick of being the friend that gets mad fun of constantly
Sick of being the friend that gets chosen last
Sick of being the friend that gets walked all over

Sick of being
Ignored
Invisable
Talked over
Pushed away
Used

Because I can only take so much
Soon I wont even be your friend at all

But I guess you wouldnt even notice

It'd be great if i wasnt on the verge of breaking down 24/7

It's actually super annoying that I think about you all the time.

But its weird
I'd never date you
I'd never kiss you
Yet somehow I seem to miss you

Because it's like I've lost a best friend
Because it's like I've lost so many memories
Because I feel guilty for hurting you

You have no idea how much I care
Its kind of pathetic when you think about it
You probably don't think about me at all

I guess thats my fault though
Because once upon a time
We used to be something
But I got scared
And fear controls.

Beat me
I'd rather you beat me with your fists
Than talk at me with cursed sentences
Because your punches would'nt hurt nearly as much
As the pain you've caused with those words

I'm trying I swear
I never wanted to the monster
I never wanted to cause fear

Its harder than it looks
Trying to keep a smile or a straight face
When you're seconds away from bursting into tears

I just want my family
I just want my friends

But I guess I'm too talented at ******* things up

You were my everything
Now you're nothing.

But it still hurts to see you again and again knowing I'm your nothing aswell.

"If a flower bloomed in a dark room
Would you trust it?"

Your voice is like music
As precious as gold
And incredibly addictive

But sadly even the best music gets old.

Everyone has a story so don't close your eyes just because you believe your story is worse or better because you'll get lost
Life isnt a competition, its a journey.
We need to help others or
Noone will be there to catch us when we fall
Because we were too busy focused on our own lives that we didnt even realise we were creating a social wall