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Nothing Nov 2013
killing myself from the outside in
or maybe
inside out
i can't remember anymore
all i feel is numb
Nothing Apr 2014
i won't let your
beautiful words and
pretentious thoughts paint pretty pictures
on the insides on my eyelids like your
tabs and bars do for you
even if the colors are warm and bright and new and
it feels soft and numb like
i want to stay here forever
i wont
Nothing Feb 2014
I would tell you you're as beautiful
As a starry sky filled with the hum of silence
But you've heard it all before
And you can't hear it again because
It fills your ears with the sound of rushing water
Plays like a track behind closed eyelids but
Lying awake because sleep is for the peaceful
And inside, there is everything but peace
Of mind.
These words flow together and they are meaningless
But only because you believe them to be because
Other words came first and
Because you believed them to be,
They weren't meaningless
And the meaning you've deciphered from these
Erroneous remarks
Is now your single truth.
So everything else pulses silently in the background of your life
Waiting until you can fight the distortion of your only reality
Nothing Nov 2013
I feel so
Hopeless nowadays.
Maybe its because
The rain replaced the sun
Or the dark replaced the light,
Too early for goodnight.

Im not myself anymore,
S
  L
    I
     P
        P
          I
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Silently.

I dont want to see my friends,
Go to school,
Come back from school.
I cant
Focus
My grades are dying,
Too many people crying
It should only be me.
I never have energy
Anymore.
Too drained even at the beginning of a new day
To smile
To put on blush.
So i stop wearing
And i stopped caring.

I walk
Like a zombie.
Same expression pasted on my pale face,
Stiff grin,
Too fake.
Like plaster
But the mold is starting to break.
And with every crack,
I make a line
And every line,
It turns back time
To when i was happy
And this whole thing,
When this wasnt me.
But now it is?
I cant tell.
Nothing May 2014
i see red everywhere and
a month ago i would have wanted it all over
but now the red is you
Nothing Nov 2013
Even scars will heal
Though the memories will last
You will find peace soon
Nothing Nov 2013
You really want it
And you're so close
you can feel it.

You're breaking through,
Breaking free of the chains
Binding you.

Its a game you're about to win,
I'll be the proud audience
Ever cheering,
rooting for you.

You're almost
Victorious
Nothing Nov 2013
You gave me
Callouses
On my heart.
Spots that you roughed up enough
Frequently
That they stayed permantently hardened
Untouchable
An instinct defense now.

Every time we would grow apart,
These callouses would disappear a little
Everyday.
I was stupid for letting these callouses
Become tender.
For letting my gaurd down so that
Every time you gave me that quick, sly grin
I would have to build those calouses up again.
I could either
Thank you,
For making me so strong,
Or despise you,
For making me so weak.
Nothing Nov 2013
Today is Wednesday.
And it wont be in exactly
45 minutes.
Lets make Wednesday last.
caffeine-soaked thoughts lead to poems about the days of the week...what is this
Nothing Nov 2013
I dont know what to believe anymore
I dont know what you arent telling me
And it scares me.
I know youre worried
And i know you care
But  i just wish
That you could be honest
Because
I dont know what to believe anymore.

The things i dont know wont hurt me
Is what youre thinking
But its the opposite.
These white lies are anything but white
In the form of pink lines
Sometimes red
Tracing up
Arms
Legs
Waist
Thighs
Places (you think) arent visible
You hope.

Others might buy the cheap
"Im fine."
But i know better.
When the strained, tight smile
Doesnt reach your clear eyes
I know better.

Be honest.
Nothing Nov 2013
You are
Poetry.
The way your tiny, nimble fingers
Flow freely up and down the frets,
Reminds me of the way you can sing and
Get lost in a song,
Everything almost forgotten.
Reminds me of the way you could probably
Spit bars accurately like someone who
belongs,
Because everything else comes so easy;
Why not?

You are
Music.
The way you write
Seems to hum harmoniously with the tune of
Mournful sadness or
Drowned happiness.
The music of you enthralls all
Capturing, reminds me of the story you carry,
A twisted
Fairy tale,
Scribbled in scars and watercolor
Inscribed on pages of forgotten notebooks.
Trailing off, leaving a sweet, high, melodic note
Haunting
With a flourish.
had a lot of inspiration for this one.
happy birthday.

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