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Romona Hardy Jul 2013
i find refuage in my basement
behind a closed door
screaming out to metal music
broken razor blades litter the floor
and upon the table youll find
pills crushed into powder
like magic it numbs my mind.
in times of anger
i smash my fists agaisnt the wall
knuckles meet cement
i watch a bruise form
while i let the tears fall.
the blade so easy
i caress its shattered edge
the metal to my skin
i dont even flinch
i hate you so much
a **** for every sin.
so i plaster on the makeup
around my emotionless eyes
i dont know if youve noticed
but the love has recently died.
i find my face boring
so plain and mundane
so i shove a needle threw my lip
a maschoist addicted to pain.
and baby you might think youve saved me
but youve only dragged me down
i hate you so much
like a drug
you leave me strungout and hell bound.
going threw some old writing. found this from 2009
Jester Jun 2016
I've been down a little in the wrong side of town.
Somewhere out there that girl still remembers my smile;
I have loved and lost and I have always seen it through.

The stories I tell can be told by any of you, that's not what makes em special. It's what makes them true.

Now the sun gets higher in the sky and the days get warmer and the world keeps spinnin', these are just the way of things.

I have been strungout on the road in bars and under tables.

Left my number in ledgers, left my heart with the girl before you and you'll get to hold it to.

I've never met a woman who I couldn't fall in love with, no matter of five minutes or five years.

My skin is tough, but my back is strong, heart is on my sleeve which is why I always land in trouble.

Always a had a weakness for a cute girl with a killer smile.

So now here I sit at another bar in another town and wonder who I'll be with tonight, it's a question I don't need to ask because I'll never put up a fight. I break the hearts before they break mine, fragile muscles inside a glass case, handle with care, you break it you buy it.

Sadly the truth is neither of us can afford it.

I can let my heart break because it won't end me, it may sting, it may hurt but it won't phase me, it won't affect me as much as you think, I'm just looking for the girl who can heal the pain, who can replace the bottle, who can challenge the sky to take me and make me feel ok.

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