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They say you're not alone.
I'm not alone
...but I'm alone.
I know what they say.
I know I'm supposed to believe them.
I'm not alone
...but why do I feel so alone?
I can't do this.
Bruises take a long time to heal,
They get worse before they get better.
Black and blue,
Here I am, hiding them,
Yet again,
I feel like a criminal
Hiding evidence.
I've done nothing wrong,
Except be me.
I would give anything,
Everything,
To not be me.
Everything I write lately is ****.
I still wish for happiness
every time, I wish.
Despite it all,
Despite the childishness,
I still wish for happiness.
Do her red lips enchant you?
The curve of her body screams of sin.
Her alluring eyes, and her thick lashes,
Falling under her spell with a wink.
Weak minded fool,
Do not fall for the temptress.
Her siren's song echoes across the room,
Insidious eyes follow her as she walks.
You mean nothing to her,
you should know it.
You'll be her toy,
Another disposable lover
in a long line of trash.
Enjoy the pleasure and games,
They never last long with her.
Temptation, I call her.
Know it well,
Temptation never stays.
A warning
 Jan 2015 Peter Tanner
lotus lord
i want to get away

i know i don't belong
so why should i stay

11 years in the dreadful place is long enough

over years i had gotten friends
some left, some moved, some just didn't care  

my wish is to get way form this dreadful
where i know i don't belong
Don't tell me I am beautiful
unless you have seen my soul.
Don't tell me I am beautiful
unless you have touched the dark corners of my mind.
Don't tell me I am beautiful
unless you have brushed against my scars without me flinching.
Don't tell me I am beautiful
unless you can see me for more than my ****** structure and pretty eyes.
Don't tell me I am beautiful
unless you are willing to sit up with me while I cry in the night, it will happen.
Don't Don't Don't tell me I am beautiful
unless you see me for who I really am under my mask.
 Jan 2015 Peter Tanner
WickedHope
My mind lies to my heart, says,
We don't love you,

My heart lies to my mind, says,
We hate the pain,

But my mind knows,
Just as my heart knows,
How addictions work.
Idk why this song made me write this. There's literally like no relevance.
Go listen to "Made Too Pretty" by As Cities Burn, it's been stuck in my head all afternoon/night.
 Jan 2015 Peter Tanner
WickedHope
What if                              


I'm        


              not


                                         real?
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