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  May 2017 bryn
allie
SCREAMING
YELLING
i'M dEfEaTeD
i GIvE up
i gIVE uP, oKaY?
i give up

i'll be obedient
i'll be a good girl
i'll be your star
and you can stick me onto a podium
i'll tell them about my troubles
and then say it's all okay now.

i give up.

i thought you were different, that's all.
i thought you were different

i give up.

i don't want to be obedient
i don't want to be a good girl
i don't want to be your star

go ahead, scream.
i'll say,
"i'm sorry... i'll never do it again."
then i'll go ahead and go do it again.
you will threaten me.
take things away.
i can't hang out with friends anymore
i can't have my computer anymore

and
finally
you'll take something away
that is so precious
so dear to me
and i'll strike back
or leave
hopefully.
from anger to rebellious thoughts to hope. i think that's how it goes, but i'm still in the rebellious part.
  May 2017 bryn
AnxiousOcean
Bombs here
War there
Let love explode everywhere
bryn May 2017
10%
9%
8%
7%
6%
5%
4%
3%
2%
1%

dead

1%

but wait

2%

what's this?

3%

it's charging back up

4%

maybe i could too...

5%

until i'm

6%

100%

7%

or at least

8%

somewhere

9%

almost at 10

10%

i have reached a small portion

11%

of what my best could be

12%

**keep going
i was happy yesterday for once
  May 2017 bryn
allie
don't trust them.
they'll put a hammer in your heart
and refuse you from feeling.
they'll put duct tape over your lips
so and restrict you from speaking.

don't trust them.
they'll put your feelings in a blender
with gravel and ice.
they'll constantly break you
then put you back together.

don't trust them.
they can hit
and leave cuts.
they can burn
and leave scars.

don't trust them.
and you'll end off better than me.
don't trust them.
  May 2017 bryn
AnxiousOcean
If we can read between lines,
then why can't we read behind smiles?
In a life of blackness
within the darkness swirling around
I ponder
deep into the darkest night
wishing, wondering, waiting
for something to happen
but not here,
not in this charcoal dust filled room
clogging my throat and my nose
I can barely breathe
but the black dust dances,
creating a story of the demons
and devils that fill my soul
The blackness thick around me
like a cloud
suffocating
me...
but I die
knowing that I was right
I died within the blackness of the demons that haunt my soul
I died with the devil inside of me
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And with me inside the devil.
Just thoughts...
  May 2017 bryn
allie
a sweeping overload of emotion
that takes me and chains
my ankles and wrists the ground
and takes my soul from me
the emotion is spilling.
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