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pillaow Nov 2014
Break me
Like a piece of spaghetti stick
Dry
Sitting on your hands

Break me
Like a speck of dust
Stepped on
The roads

Baby I don't want you
To be hurt
I love you too much
To love you
bpd
pillaow Nov 2014
bpd
i lived by
"i care about everything you have to say"

and today you told me
"how should i care about this"
pillaow Nov 2014
do you understand
the amount of slices
that my heart receives
when you lie to me?
pillaow Oct 2013
The woman who endeavored endlessly
The woman who were adored by many
The woman who went to church
And worshiped for a soul search

The woman who bore children
And raised them with remarkable patience
The woman who went through countless obstacles
And made it through with endurance

The woman who were proud to have heard
That her daughter had bore her a granddaughter
The woman who cried
Happiness and joy

The woman who stayed with her granddaughter
To accompany her during her piano practices
Regardless of her fatigue
And her aging looks

The woman who put up with her granddaughter's annoyance
The woman who was there when nobody could be a solution
The woman who would rather be hurt
Than seeing her granddaughter cry in tranfusion

The woman stayed with her granddaughter
Through thick and thin
The woman who feared
That her granddaughter could grow up too fast

The woman who had to let go
The woman who had to see her daughter leave the country
The woman who had think about her everyday
And miss her presence in the comfort of her own home

The woman who used to seeing her countless days
Had to live with loneliness
Even with the comfort of her family
The presence of her daughter is irreplaceable

But the woman waited
Until it was too late
Her last words were "Can you hear me?"
And she slept in peaceful fate
pillaow Nov 2014
I would still feel it

Harsher,
Softer,
And the cycle goes on

But no tears
Come flowing out
No more
pillaow Oct 2014
imagination
they can take you
to unthinkable
places

imagination
never cease to be
so creative
and realistic

hence why
instead of letting
the world know
of my suffering,

i just imagine myself
cutting deep
into
my flesh

and i would still feel
the exact same pain
when i do
slice my own wrist
pillaow Nov 2014
I would always
feel some kind of
sharp item
slicing through my heart

over
and over again

but today it is particularly sharper
pillaow Nov 2014
I hate this depression ****.
I would always feel sad, fatigued, and unmotivated.
If I had a choice,
I would not choose this madness.
pillaow Oct 2014
haunt.
haunt me like you always do.
i'll give you a piece of me.
when i get the blood out of mine eyes.

— The End —