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 Apr 2015 RMBDUBS
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Scars
 Apr 2015 RMBDUBS
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I peel my skin back
To reveal my vulnerablity
Just to find my nature is to scab.
That's not life baby;
Life is that time in between
Before you fend off the alien
And dance with what you breathe out.
Don't let this world blacken your heart
 Apr 2015 RMBDUBS
Elisa Holly
In the sheets of my bed,
I can’t seem to get up.
I am being held there
against my will
as I am flooded
with cravings of you.
I wonder if you will ever be able to satisfy
this continuous hunger.
 Apr 2015 RMBDUBS
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Can you feel my heart bleeding

I'm trying to find a way out and you're blaming

Blaming me for making you feel so mistaken

But the truth is that its not you fault I'm breaking

They called me words and you were just there starring  
                                            
They knocked me down and you weren't even caring

But now you come back and say that you understand

Understand the fact that I've been all by myself

Waiting for someone to get me out of this mess

But you know what the biggest mistake I did?

It was waiting for you or anybody else

I thought that they could save me but I was wrong

I felt so guilty but guilt isn't helpful anymore

And cutting myself was the only thing I knew

But now I see the world from a whole different view

Don't get me wrong I'm not that kind of human

I might seem reckless but I'm in fact just very clueless

I just needed care and it was the only thing I didn't receive

So instead I started harming myself thinking that somebody would believe

Believe the fact that I'm just not perfect

Look Me in the eyes and tell me what do you see

Cause in case you didn't know it's where my demons remain...
 Apr 2015 RMBDUBS
Rochelle R
Sometimes I wander
Up that shadowed path
That is the past
And I let my self wonder
Rather than wander
What would have happened
If I'd strayed left instead of right
At that forbidden fork
And as I gaze into the haze
That is left of best
I see you standing at the end
The sad and silvery ghost of empty promises.
But empty? No.
Just avoided and ignored
They linger in what could have been
Nipping at my heels, reminding me of what sort of person I am
I am not hurt
I am the hurt
And with that I turn from wonder
And refuse to wander

— The End —