One by one they fall
The ones I thought
Were my friends
There they go,
Distancing themselves
From me,
Until they are completely gone
From sight
But not from mind
Every night I remember
The fallen faces
Once friends
Now death eaters
Devouring my
Malleable flesh
"You will never lose me"
The newest one to the
Fallen faces said just the night before
She lied, and stole my friend
One less from my already
Tiny group
Of people who "care" for me
I never know what I do
To deserve this from anyone
Maybe its my tone
My anger
The demons that let themselves loose
On the page
Or maybe it's the things that count
The things they know and see of me
The kindness I give to them
The love I give for all I care for
Or the horrible, despicable, evil
Things inside themselves,
That I protect them from
My malleable flesh
That they currode away
The flesh that
They know is weak
And know they can walk all over
Because of my overwhelming kindness
I don't know
Why I keep believing
When people say they won't leave
When they always do
My mother
Gives me my kindness
My father
Gives me the rage I throw
On pages and pages
But never show
My mother
The reason why I'm so malleable
My father
The reason why I have the dreams
Of killing, of yelling
Both
My depression
My mind now
Reworking all that has just happened
In it self
It organizes my thoughts
Replaying the events
Showing what to do next time
Re-Awakening itself
To now know
Not to trust those who
Show no effort
Who pretend to know
Who eventually, will be the others
In my dreams,
Of killing
In my writing,
Where all of my demons let loose.
I want to love all
Even thought I know
Not all will love me
Jun 30, 2015
Jun 30, 2015 at 1:47 AM UTC
One by one they fall
The ones I thought
Were my friends
There they go,
Distancing themselves
From me,
Until they are completely gone
From sight
But not from mind
Every night I remember
The fallen faces
Once friends
Now death eaters
Devouring my
Malleable flesh
"You will never lose me"
The newest one to the
Fallen faces said just the night before
She lied, and stole my friend
One less from my already
Tiny group
Of people who "care" for me
I never know what I do
To deserve this from anyone
Maybe its my tone
My anger
The demons that let themselves loose
On the page
Or maybe it's the things that count
The things they know and see of me
The kindness I give to them
The love I give for all I care for
Or the horrible, despicable, evil
Things inside themselves,
That I protect them from
My malleable flesh
That they currode away
The flesh that
They know is weak
And know they can walk all over
Because of my overwhelming kindness
I don't know
Why I keep believing
When people say they won't leave
When they always do
My mother
Gives me my kindness
My father
Gives me the rage I throw
On pages and pages
But never show
My mother
The reason why I'm so malleable
My father
The reason why I have the dreams
Of killing, of yelling
Both
My depression
My mind now
Reworking all that has just happened
In it self
It organizes my thoughts
Replaying the events
Showing what to do next time
Re-Awakening itself
To now know
Not to trust those who
Show no effort
Who pretend to know
Who eventually, will be the others
In my dreams,
Of killing
In my writing,
Where all of my demons let loose.
I want to love all
Even thought I know
Not all will love me
i ******* quit... I probably have a lot of mistakes... And I would love thoughtful criticism.... I hate spelling
