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Blue, Gold, Threaded, And bare, Spinning, Swirling, Drifting, Rare Alone, But Not She lives In her Dark world She wishes, Wants, Another to understand But life has dealt her A broken hand It hurts, But not A crown She wears Thorns, Bleeding and so, so Rare
Toss it down Another round Drink so you won't think Dull your senses Numb your skull Heat your cold, stone veins Spinning, Warming Sipping, Burning, It will all be over soon Drink so you won't think Then start it all over again
And she sat Still as a stone Rigid in her responsibility Focused Blocking the rif and the raff Bouncing in and out of her eyesite She sat Alone, stoic Knowing... More than she should ever have to know Like a rung On a ladder Her mother clinging on She is the ground Grounded She sits
You wrap my arms behind me With bright red thread In a pattern Like a ballerina's slipper Gone horribly bad You stare me down With searing black eyes An aura of hate Trailing your every Movement You know you put them there He says You tied those red vines, not I My mind is spinning Did I? No, I didn't think I had His words cast a spell, A wicked hex That divides my thoughts The red thread Is constricting As I try to find Myself My reality It hurts I'm starting to bleed I did not do this! I yell in my head I suddenly become aware That his calloused hands Were tightening The thread And my reality, Whether good or bad, Was slowly Killing me In his hands
I Just Took That Extra Pill You Told Me To Take Will I Die Or Will I Wake I Drank What I Was Not Supposed To Drink Now Pills And Alcohol Mix To Sink Within My Soul A Drop To Think I'm Dead I Think Good Night A Wink Or Twelve Or 100 Or Forever Winks I Love You HP You Saved Me Many, many Winks You'll know If I Survived If you Hear From me Again Xo I love you More Than You Will Know
Do you ever feel Like the words are stuck, So much you want to say? But you allowed someone To break the connection Between your soul and fingers? Do you ever feel So pushed and pulled By other's emotions You forget which ones Are truly your own? Are you so compelled To give and give to others You whither in the drought That's left behind? Boundaries, boundaries are So hard for me to find. They're invisible laser beams Protecting a fine jewel. I can't see them. I clumsily make my way through. I allow others to determine my path. Where is the strength I felt two years ago? Will it ever return? Until then, I swing from here to there, Tripping, slipping along the way. Searching for the strength I knew Before my world was turned upside-down.
She sits And stares Blank Turns to the left Turns to the right Cold Alone No one There She sits And stares She wants A warm She wants A beat A heart beat Warm Held Right there But no She sits Alone And stares People Here People There But alone She sits And stares Cross leg-ged Cold head-ed All alone They flit To the left They flit To the right But no one Sees her there She wants A beat A heart Beat Warm and Pulsing There But alone She sits And Stares How can One With So many Others Be so All Alone? She sits In a box A self-made Box And revels In the Dark Yearns for Love And warmth And peace But chooses Night Instead