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Sera Amour May 2015
When I was a little girl,
Mama always put my hair in two pigtail braids.
She'd separate it so one was on each shoulder,
and then gave me a finishing twirl.

Never have I ever thought of what the hair felt like.
From day one in science class, I was taught it was dead cells,
nothing more, nothing less.
Never have I ever thought of how it felt to be pulled so tight.

It's taken a few years, and I've long since grown out of the pigtail braids.
Now, I make them more fancy, a french braid or a fancy one to the side.
Maybe this is a lesson, that things only get pulled tighter and tighter with hidden rage and growing age.
Never have I ever known how fast a stressed and pulled heart fades.
Sera Amour Apr 2015
Tic.
Tock.
There goes the clock.

Tic.
Tock.
There goes another hour.
Power.
That's what the clock has over us,
ticking from our first fuss,
to the last time we tie our shoes and get on a bus.

Tic.
Tock.
There goes the clock.

Tic.
Tock.
Another clogged up rut.
The odd feeling in my gut,
the sound of the ticking making me jut.
The door is shut.

Tic.
Tock.
There goes the clock.

Tic.
Tock.
Can't you see?

It was me.
I tried to be set free,
I wanted to flee,
I just wanted to be.
Forgive me?

Tic.
Tock.
There goes the clock.

Tic.
Tock.
The mouse is in trouble.

Bubble.
The clock had it popped,
your life has been cropped,
your skull was dropped.

Tic.
Tock.
There goes the clock.
Sera Amour May 2015
Even the mightiest fall,
their hands positioned to draw,
the gun that will take their life,
going with only an internal fight.

Us fallen,
we do just that.
We don't always ask for a second chance.
Some of us make a choice to get back up,
others would die than be stuck in a rut.

They're hidden,
emotions bidden,
to go away,
to die in the fray,
of which is our existence.
Tattered and torn,
hearts are completely worn.
Forsworn.



Flower petals fall upon the ground,
colors swirling all around.
We begin to wonder if we'll ever be found.
Ground.
Into the dirt.
Nobody cares when we are hurt.
It doesn't matter that we care for you more than ourselves,
we're always burnt.
Ground.
Into the dirt.
Sera Amour May 2015
Why, oh, why did you lie?
You've killed the happy little girl inside.
Every little thing, oh
every little thing.
It has my skin crawling,
and the hospital doors bing.
Another scratch, another scar, this is just a normal day.
When with every little good thing, there's Hell to pay.
A rope around my neck, you wouldn't care,
so I guess I'll just jump and get out of your hair.
Time to say goodbye,
so this is goodbye!
Sister get that tear out your eye.
When bad people die,
there is no need to cry.
They're going to Hell to live with their own kind.
Oh what, you ask, am I one of them?
Darling didn't you know, of course I am.
Never been a girl to really deserve,
isn't that why love told me to swerve?
If I had to die in this life,
I'd say "baby please bring out the knife.
A little slice here and there,
Oh lookie here, now you care."
Why is it that after we're dead,
people pay attention to the little things we said.
Baby **** me now,
**** me now,
Momma aren't you proud?
Little girl isn't hiding behind the couch.
She's in the tub waiting to drown.
Papa, papa don't you miss me?
We haven't talked since I was three.
You abandon me,
so I'll abandon you.
Isn't this good ol' life just cruel?
Hello, hello!
It's nice to meet you!
Don't worry, I'll be gone soon.
Don't go behind my back,
look where I'm at.
Baby, I'm not going to last.
Go ahead and talk all your trash,
call me ugly, stupid, and horrendously fat.
They call me strong,
but now you see the inside.
Can't you see how they are wrong?
The pain is in the eyes.
Hey, hey, hey, hey,
Girl you're going the wrong way.
Won't you stay?
Not one more day.
Drowning in the deep blue sea,
where is me?
The words you say, stabbing my heart,
I guess this is where we part.
Time to say goodbye,
so this is goodbye!
Sister get that tear out your eye.
When bad people die,
there is no need to cry.
They're going to Hell to live with their own kind.
Sera Amour Apr 2015
Insanity,
Insanity.
Who knew that you'd be my clarity?

From the lies,
the I wonder why,
I've finally seen that the sun doesn't shine.
The moon glows,
the depressed take their blows,
and no one else knows.


Insanity,
Insanity.
Who knew that you'd be my clarity?

Death,
Oh Death.
Who knew you'd make me happy during my final rest?

Being alone,
eyes of stone,
I've broken every single bone.
It starts with a twitch,
when they call you rude names like a *****,
and here comes your one hundredth stitch.

Death,
Oh Death.
Who knew you'd make me happy during my final rest?

Heart,
you poor aching Heart.
How long will it take you to fall apart?

I cut!
It's my mouth that I keep shut!
You're nothing but a ****** and clogged up rut!
You make me want to find the rope,
the stinging pain when you're rinsed with soap,
******* and all your hope!

Heart,
you poor aching Heart.
How long will it take you to fall apart?  

Blade,
the very sharp Blade.
Why do you always make me cave?

Worse than pills,
I'm addicted to the chills.
The loss of blood is what is making me ****.
I'm completely done,
you've finally won.
Can I at least say goodbye to the sun?

Blade,
the very sharp Blade.
Why do you always make me cave?

Memories,
the flashes of Memories.
Why did you add to the painful casualties?
Remembering you,
I had thought it was all through.
Never thought you'd come back so soon.
The messages I never sent,
the revenge I wished I had vent,
and the little sanity I had left, you bent.

Memories,
the flashes of Memories.
Why did you add to the painful casualties?

Plants,
the powdered and processed Plants.
Why did I even give you a glance?

Addicted,
eventually evicted,
appearance now withered and wicked.
Not a soul in sight,
no money for a bite,
and trying not to go down without a fight.

Plants,
the powdered and processed Plants.
Why did I even give you a glance?

Jealousy,
sweet and fiery Jealousy.
How'd you give me strength as I looked at this reality?

Hated!
Completely out jaded!
I'm nothing but a memory faded!
Filled with hate!
A fight will break out at this rate!
Why can't I remember the last time I ate?!

Jealousy,
sweet and fiery Jealousy.
How'd you give me strength as I looked at this reality?

Suicide,
sweet sweet Suicide.
It is now you that I decide.

Always there,
I knew you were waiting for me somewhere.
You were watching me from high above air.
You're an angel,
no matter how painful,
you've kept me stable.

Suicide,
sweet sweet Suicide.
It is now you that I decide.
Insanity is a man, because that's the gender most people I know will say drives them insane. When the girl is talking to Mr. Insanity, she asks 'Who knew that you'd be my clarity?'. Mr. Insanity is the boy who broke her heart, and therefore sending her into a spiraling depression. That means that he's the one responsible for teaching her that people really do hide sadness behind a smile, and no one will truly see behind it.

Death is a woman because, of the way the girl thinks of Death. Death is like a friend to her, giving her release. She says 'Who knew you'd make me happy during my final rest?' as the question for that stanza. Death is the friend that you don't know much, but has a kind enough heart to help, and she wants to get more acquainted with, because she feels happier and happier with her.

Mr. Heart is, once again, a man. He is what you could call 'the enemy of Insanity'. Insanity broke her, and gave her realization of the bad things. Heart is trying to help the girl, and give her hope. He tries pointing out all the good things to happen to the girl. The girl however, was so hurt by Insanity, and so happy with Death, that she didn't want to listen to Heart, and tried to get him to shut up or give in. "How long will it take you to fall apart?"

Blade is a woman. Mrs. Blade is 'the new girlfriend' of Insanity. She's always trying to show off, and pushes the girl around with her power. The girl is too depressed to feel Jealousy just yet, so she's submissive and does whatever Blade tells her. Hence her line, 'Why do you always make me cave?'.

Mr. Memories is 'the cousin' to Insanity, and the next man she goes for.  Memories shows her things, but it isn't new to her unlike Insanity. Memories shows her how happy she was, and then leads up to current events of hurt and rejection. He has the same goal as Insanity, just with less sting. Nonetheless, he still breaks her heart and sends her to a spiraling depression. "Why did you add to the painful casualties?"

Mrs. Plants is the person she regrets telling her situation. She says 'Why did I even give you a glance?', because she wishes she never did. As you may have been able to tell, Mrs. Plants is drugs, or the person that gets you into drugs. She saw the girl alone and sad after her encounter with Memories, and hunted her, believing she was doing a good thing that would benefit the girl emotionally, and Plants financially.

Mr. Jealousy. Unlike most stories where Jealousy would be described as a woman, I have chosen Jealousy as a man. The girl is recovering from being weak, a different mindset coming about her. "How'd you give me strength as I looked at this reality?" What she means by strength is anger, and adrenaline. When these two combine, a strength is created, and people do things they normally wouldn't or couldn't do. Just like a fighting man, her chest puffs out, and violence feels to be the only answer.

Last, but not least, Mrs. Suicide. Here's something I didn't even really expect until I was finished; Mrs. Suicide is the girl's mother. Suicide is the last choice, but that's because it was always there for the girl to choose. In the end, the girl decides she needs love and comfort, and falls into Mrs. 'Mother' Suicide's arms. "It is you that I now decide."
Run
Sera Amour Apr 2015
Run
She sits,
she stares.
No one really cares.

She cries
through all her lies.
Her emotions are no longer sublime.

She's having their type of fun!
Wearing a bikini and partying under the sun!
No one notices how she looks at her stomach, claws it, and runs.

She says it as a fact.
You couldn't tell if it was an act.
No one notices her head turning back.

She runs!
She runs!
They see her going towards the sun!

She cries!
She cries!
Those are tears of joy coming out her eyes!

She's going faster!
And faster!
And faster!

She has finally reached the sun!
Her life is done.

— The End —